The Boat On The Beach

Chapter Thirty-nine: Reunited

Thomas watched the blond pace around the room, as the american pulled his shirt back on.

"Newt." He sighed, pulling it over his head and striding over to the brit, "Hey." He put a hand on his shoulder, and the blond turned to frown at him, "It's half an hour. You'll see her. Be patient." He chuckled fondly. Newt just huffed, impatient, before shrugging on his shirt and jacket.

It was about half an hour, before they were to be back. Half an hour until they were back on the shores of he safe haven, with new supplies and new people. Thomas had been watching his blond pace back and forth for what seemed like hours, agitated and impatient to get back. He headed toward the top deck, the brit hot on his heels.

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The rowing boat wasn't even back on the sand, when Brenda and Newt had vaulted out, wading through the water excitably. Jorge grinned back at the girl, who jumped the rest of the way into his arms.

"I missed you!" Brenda clung to him.

"You have some serious explaining to do missy, you have no idea how worried I was." he scolded, having never really accepted the fact that Brenda could look after herself. She just rolled her eyes and hugged him tightly.

"NEWT" Thomas heard a high pitched britsh scream, as the boys young sister ran into the shallows, meeting the other blond half way. He scooped her up in his arms, lifting her out of the water as she jumped up and down happily. She stood back and smacked him, hard. "Do you have any idea how scared I was?!" She grinned, jumping back into his arms.

"Sorry Sonya." the boy grumbled, seemingly on repeat.

"I missed you." She whispered into his shoulders, the cold water lapping at their ankles.

"I missed you too." He gripped her tightly. Thomas smiled fondly as the boat became beached on the sand. The others hugged each other tightly, the boy exchanging a few hugs, with Aris, Jorge, Harriet and a few others, before getting to Sonya. The girl glared at him, and he blinked.

"Uh..hi?" He offered a smile. She marched over to him and grabbed him by the scruff of the neck.

"Listen here you shuck face. You dare hurt my brother and I swear I will-" Newt dragged her back by her shoulders. The boy was thankful for his saviour.

"Ok, clam down there tiger. Thomas isn't going to hurt me." He laughed softly. The girl frowned for a moment, before lightening up. 

"Well in that case," She pulled Thomas down to her level for a tight hug, hissing in his ear, "You hurt him you won't be able to see him." The american pulled away, laughing, a little scared.

"You two are way too similar for your own good." He felt a firm hand on his shoulders, and he turned to meet Vince's eye. The two blonds sauntered away.

"Vince." 

"Thomas." the two did the whole man hug thing, back slapping and hand grabbing. "I hear you brought back people." He frowned, skeptical.

"Yeah, they're runaway immunes. Said they had contact with you a while back." The boy nodded.

"Jacks lot?" The man seemed in disbelief.

"Yeah."

"Well, shit me silly. They still on the boat?" The man chuckled lightly.

"Sure are."

"Well then I'll go get 'em. Thanks Thomas. Go get some rest. You look like shit." The man strode away, leaving the boy to more hugs with people he knew kinda, acquaintances and people he was friendly with.

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By dinner everyone was laughing, the fire pit having to be expanded to accompany all the new comers, as everything else had to be. More huts would have to be made, more facilities, more living space. But Thomas didn't mind. It really felt like they were building something here, and now there were kids, old people. It felt like the place they'd always dreamed off. The place that was put there, for them. The place Newt had always dreamed they would find.

Stories were shared, jokes were made, catch up sessions were exchanged quietly, and everything felt good. Thomas felt like everything was light. No worries. No WCKD, no Janson, no flare, no friends that could be infected, no loss. He felt content, really ready to settle. And as they sat, listening to Frypan tell some kids about the time they's rebelled against Gally, with Newt's head on his shoulder, eyes closed, listening contently to the over dramatised story, Minho laughing at something Teresa had say, which he thought would never happen, Gally and Brenda explaining to Jorge how they'd found a cd in the cars glovebox, he felt happy. Content.

Even when he caught Louis's gaze from above the fire. Thomas felt his own urge, to be protective over his blond. And that's what he was. He really was his blond, and it was perfect. He took the blonds chin between his finger and thumb, gently lifting the boys head up.

"Hmm?" Newt murmured sleepily, eyes blinking heavily.

"Nothing, don't worry." Thomas smiled, gently pressing his lips into the brits. Newt leant into the touch, groggily but still. He smiled sleepily and put his head back on Thomas's shoulder. Suddenly, Thomas realised he hadn't told Newt the most important thing he could.

"Newt?"

But the blond was already asleep.

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One more chapter ya'll. What a ride lmao. Don't worry though, cuz I have an idea for ym next fic, which will be newtmas, again, lol sorry, but if you don't like Newtmas why are you here

Also, my next fic should hopefully also be up on Ao3, but don't worry, it'll be here too. My username on Ao3 will be the same as this one, most likely, so yeah. Thought I would let you all know lmao.

Thanks for the ongoing support <3