Searching For You (TW/TMR Fusion)

Chapter 13

There was a girl.

A girl.

In the Glade.

Newt still couldn't believe it. And Newt didn't trust her.

This lack of trust, by the way, was in no way connected to the fact that Teresa had woken up while gasping Thomas' name, nor the way she clinged to his Thomas, and absolutely not due to the huge amount of Thomas' time that she took up.

Of course not.

Why would the Creators send in a girl after all this time? What did they mean by, 'This is the last one'? How did the girl, Teresa, know Thomas? What did this mean for the Gladers?

Apart from the uncomfortably tight feeling in his chest, which was NOT jealousy, thank you very much, whenever he saw Thomas and Teresa together, talking with their heads together, Newt was filled with worry. He had a feeling that things were going to go to hell soon.

He only hoped that they would be able to survive it.

"Newt," a familiar voice called out, bringing him out of his thoughts.

Newt blinked and his eyes focussed on the lean form of Thomas crouching in front of him.

That day, Newt had decided to walk to his grove amidst the trees during his break time. He would have brought Tommy with him, but he had been with Chuck, the younger boy telling him about the Glade and the people in it.

'Well, it looks like he had finally managed to sneak off from Chuck,' Newt thought, amused.

"Tommy," acknowledged Newt, head tilting to one side, lips curving up into a gentle smile in response to the smile on Thomas' face.

Thomas made himself comfortable on the ground, next to Newt, leaning back against the tree with a sigh. He knocked his shoulders with Newt's.

"We're going out tomorrow," Thomas said, glancing at Newt from the corner of his eyes.

Newt inhaled sharply. No matter how many times he had heard those words, had seen his friends run into the Maze, he was always filled with fear and apprehension. He let out his breath slowly and nodded.

Thomas took Newt's hand in his own and squeezed in an attempt at comfort. Newt squeezed back, holding onto the solid grip like it was the only thing saving him from drowning.

Thomas didn't give empty platitudes, knowing that Newt didn't want nor need them. But it was understood that he would be careful and do his damn best to come back in one piece.

"So," Newt started, in a falsely casual voice. "Talked with your girlfriend today?"

A blush suffused his cheeks when Thomas gave him a dry look, showing that he wasn't fooled.

"Newt, I told you, I don't remember her. Just because she thinks we were, in some manner, together before all this, doesn't mean I'm going to be with her."

"And if you do remember?"

Newt hated how he felt insecure. He hated that he couldn't go out into the Maze with his friends because of his limp, he hated that he survived the fall, he hated his fear that Thomas will see just how less Newt was when compared to pretty, whole, Teresa.

Thomas looked at Newt and knew how he felt. He couldn't explain it but it felt like he was looking into a mirror. That look on Newt's face almost screamed out loud, 'I am not enough, I'll never be enough, but please, oh please don't leave me, I am trying and yet I can't be what you want.' Thomas didn't know how, but he knew that once upon a time, that same expression had been on his own face too.

Turning to face Newt, Thomas reached out and cupped his throat, tilting Newt's head up with his thumb under Newt's chin till Newt met Thomas' eyes.

"Looks like I've already made my choice then, doesn't it?" Thomas made sure Newt saw the seriousness in his eyes.

Leaning in, Thomas captured Newt's lips with his own, sliding a hand back into his hair, holding on as Newt opened his mouth, letting Thomas in. Tongues tangled with the other, lips moulding with each other, tastes mingling.

With a muffled groan, Newt pushed Thomas back against the tree while clambering onto his lap, his hands gripping onto Thomas' unruly hair. Looking down at the wide-blown pupils filled with adoration and lust, the open mouth gasping in air and gasping out Newt's name and the bruised and bitten cherry red lips, Newt felt his doubts and questions melt away.

"Tommy," Newt breathed out.

Thomas surged up, and it was a battle again. With a hand around Newt's waist and another on the back of his neck, Thomas held Newt close, not letting up on his assault except when air became a necessity. Newt was the same, unable to let go even when gulping in much needed oxygen.

If either of them had their way, neither would let go of the other.

Ever.

***

In the twilight, a shadowy figure darted inside the room barred with yellow police tape.

Right after the first figure, two more slipped in. The entire area was deserted at that time.

Isaac looked around, his night vision enabling him to see everything clearly. The police and the forensics officers had only seen the physical appearances. They did not know how even after so many weeks the room was still drenched in the scent of fear, anger and hopelessness of the room's previous occupant.

Isaac could, however, and it was hurting him. His wolf was howling within him, unable to bear the evidence of its Alpha's pain, feeling that it had failed personally in its packmate's protection against a threat. It was all Isaac could do to not let himself howl with it.

The only reason Isaac could even pick up Stiles' scent out of the multitude of other scents that were currently playing havoc on his senses was because of his pack bond with Stiles. But if there was anyone who could identify the different scents, it was an Alpha.

Isaac's attention was caught as Derek Hale let out a triumphant sound.

"Found him," Derek said, his red eyes flashing. "The same scent from some of Stiles' things. His blood was spilled here."

Isaac tried to stay standing, holding himself rigid against the overwhelming feeling of relief and hope.

"I will be able to track him," Derek said, lips lifting in a snarl showing the white fangs within.

Isaac nodded and glanced to the side where Erica fell into step behind him.

As one, the three werewolves began to run.

The hunt was on.

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A/N:
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