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Sista Sista

      "This is another trick!" Newt snapped, his lips pulling into a deep frown. "How can you all be so bloody stupid! It's WICKED again, it's always WICKED!"
      "Newt calm down," Thomas said softly, grabbing onto the blonde boy's arm. Newt visibly relaxed under the runner's touch.
      "They got their memories back Newt, we didn't. Maybe you can think about this?" Minho suggested, standing in between Newt and the three members of Group B.
      Thomas kept his hand on Newt's arm, lightly rubbing his thumb back and forth along his skin in an attempt to relax him.
      About a hundred different emotions flashed across Newt's eyes in that minute before resting on exhausted. He sighed and grabbed Thomas by the front of his shirt. "You. Come with me. Everyone else stay here."
      Newt dragged Thomas away from the group which didn't even earn an inappropriate comment from Minho. That's how everyone knew this was serious.
      Newt shoved Thomas down into a chair and plopped down on his lap, crossing his arms and huffing.
      "You seem mad," Thomas said carefully, trying not to worsen the other boys mood.
      "I am mad!" Newt exclaimed, untucking his arms and practically flailing them.
      Thomas hesitantly put his hand on Newt's back, slipping his fingers under his shirt and rubbing his fingers across his skin again. It always seemed to work with the blonde boy.
      Newt leaned into the touch, his body relaxing slightly.
      "Wanna tell me why you're mad?"
      "Because I remember her."
      "What? How?" Thomas paused for a second, his face pulling into a look of shock. "You do?"
      Newt nodded, taking a deep breath and pinching the bridge of his nose. "I know she's my sister Tommy. I don't know how, but I remember the house, I remember little memories of us together."
      "I'm confused, then why are you mad if you know?"
      "Because it's fake! It's all fake, it's all done by WICKED. They're trying to give me something that I never had."
      "Hey," Thomas said gently, carefully turning Newt's face so he was looking at him. "Listen to me for a second okay?"
      Newt blinked, keeping his mouth closed. Thomas took that as a good sign.
      "You know I always do what's best for you right? Because I love your moody little ass." Thomas took a deep breath before continuing. "You have to let yourself have stuff Newt. The whole world isn't out to get you. Maybe this, her, is a good thing. You'll have family Newt. That's something a lot of us would kill to have."
      Newt was quiet for a moment, his gaze falling to the floor. "You're my family. You and Min and Fry."
      "But she's your sister Newt. You grew up with her."
      Newt took a shaky breath. Thomas could tell he was about to cry so he cupped his jaw and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.
      "I love you blondie."
      Newts lips tugged up in a half smile. "You're an idiot."
      "Your idiot."
      Newt looked fondly at him. "Yeah my idiot, who I think might be right this time."
      "You wanna go talk to her?"
      Newt nodded, standing up and holding out his hand.
      Thomas intertwined their fingers and let Newt drag him back to the group.
      Everyone was quiet, even Minho's mouth was shut for once.
      Newt took a deep breath and let his gaze meet the small blonde girl's who stood across from him.
      "Hey sis."
      And just like that Newt was letting go of Thomas hands and the girl was throwing herself into his arms.
      Newt closed his eyes, wrapping himself around her tightly and closing his eyes.
      There were tears on the girls cheeks as they stayed wrapped around each other.
      Even Thomas could see the resemblance between them. The blonde hair, fair skin and British accents. It wasn't hard to believe that the two were related. Newt was taller, probably older, but watching them hug was like watching long lost friends reunite.
      When they finally pulled back, they wore matching grins, indicating that everything was okay again.
      "Who else feels cheated that Newt never told us about his hot sister?" Minho asked suddenly, breaking the silence.
      Newt threw his shoe at him.

***

      "Hey."
      Thomas looked up to see Sonya, Newt's newly found sister, standing above him. Newt was asleep, his head in Thomas' lap and his hand curled around Thomas' thigh.
      Thomas tried his best to put his jacket over Newt as a blanket, but the boy was taller than Thomas so it didn't cover him completely.
      "Hey Sonya." Thomas smiled softly, motioning to the spot on the ground next to him.
      She sat down, crossing her legs and staring at the fire crackling in front of them.
      "Newts sleeping?" She asked softly, looking at the body that was sprawled across the ground and Thomas' lap.
      "Yeah." Thomas laughed, gently threading his fingers through Newt's blonde hair.
      "Do you think he's happy that I'm here?" She asked, insecurity lacing through her voice.
      Thomas turned to look at her, the embers lighting up her face.
      "Of course he is, why wouldn't he be?"
      She shrugged lightly. "I don't know, I feel like it was too much for him."
      Thomas shook his head, looking back down at his sleeping boy. "No, he's happy. He's a little hard to read at times."
      "How'd you figure him out?"
      Thomas laughed again, shaking his head. "I still haven't. He's confusing and terrifying and sometimes a little grumpy, but I love him so I pay attention. Inside, he's sweet and caring and he loves to be touched even if he'll argue otherwise."
      "How long have you two been a thing?"
      Thomas shrugged, twirling a piece of Newt's hair around his finger. "I don't think we had an official 'we're boyfriends' conversation, but it's been awhile."
      "He cares about you a lot."
      "I know." Thomas smiled softly at her. "He cares about you too ya know? Just differently."
      Sonya cocked her head in confusion.
      "You give him something to protect. I'm impulsive and throw myself into danger, but I can also handle myself well. Honestly, I save his ass most of the time. But with you, it's different. You're his little sister, you give him something to look after."
      Sonya nodded, adjusting her position on the ground. "I remember everything, how we got here, how every night when we were in WICKED he would sneak into the girls section to visit me..." Sonya trailed off and smirked. "I remember his stories about a brunette boy he met who was just 'so cute'."
      Thomas' cheeks flushed red. "He liked me before all this too?"
      Sonya nodded, pausing slightly. "Maybe don't tell him I told you that."
      Thomas made a fake zippering motion across his lips. "I'm sworn to secrecy."
      Sonya laughed making the same motion across her own lips.
      Thomas opened his mouth to say something, but Newt stirred in his lap, his eyes fluttering open.
      "Tommy?" He mumbled, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.
      "Yeah?"
      Newt just shook his head, adjusting himself so he could wrap his arms fully around Thomas waist and lay his head on his shoulder. "I'm cold."
      Thomas huffed out a laugh, guiding Newt onto his lap and hooking an arm around his waist.
      "Do you see how needy he is?" Thomas rolled his eyes at Sonya who laughed again.
      Newt put his hand over Thomas' face in his half asleep state, mumbling softly. "Stop flirting with my sister, you're not allowed to think she's cuter."
      Thomas kissed his palm before pulling his hand off his face. "Sonya is very pretty Newt, but I'm kinda into guys."
      Newt hummed happily, pulling himself impossibly closer to Thomas' body.
      Thomas turned back to Sonya when Newt was softly snoring again. "I think I'm gonna try and drag him to bed. You guys have places to sleep?"
      Sonya nodded. "Minho gave us beds last night."
      "Good that. I'll see you tomorrow Sonya."
      She smiled at him. "Thanks for talking to me. I see why Newt likes you."
      Thomas winked at her before standing up bringing Newt, who was clinging to his body, with him.
      "Tommy?" Newt mumbled breathlessly as Thomas hooked his arm under his legs to carry him easier.
      "Yeah?"
      "I love you too."