Hands of a thief

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Y/N POV
How could a hug feel this warm? I had missed this so much that I forgot to let Will breathe.
"Y/N..." he whispered into my ear. "I can't believe you're here... that you're... are you real?"
Should I nod? I'd come out a grave for crying out loud. Shivering, I nodded shyly.
"Don't ask me how I'm here Will... I have no clue." But he smiled anyway and continued to hug me in the middle of the living room.
It was like the movies we'd watch, when Mike's mum thought we were all asleep, but really we were huddled and watching a movie where two people were reunited after not seeing each other for a really long time.
"I know you were only gone for... but it felt like"
" Forever" I finished, clutching him tighter.
"I'm so glad you're home sweetheart." I heard mum to my left. I didn't want to let Will go, but I wanted to hug her so bad.
"Y/N!" She whispered clutching me, almost lifting me off the ground. I laughed in delight as I smelt her familiar perfume and my heart leapt  as I realised. I was finally here. I was finally home.

"Now we need to get you a bath!" She smiled warmly.
I couldn't be more agreeable.
"Well I think we all need to clean up, and get some rest" Dad huffed, taking off his jacket and basically falling onto the couch.
"Eleven, Will. How about you guys go to bed. Oh! And can you make an extra space for Two?"
I smiled at the thought of a warm bed. And a warm bath. I didn't even register that mum and I had gone to the bathroom and the hot running water was quickly filling up the porcelain tub.
"I think your clothes need a wash!" Mum whispered, taking out the dark green clothes basket.
I looked down, surprised to see a dress that, underneath all the dirt and grime, would've been white or light pink.
"I brought it for you. Just for the service..." mum trailed off, and I blinked hard at the thought.
I hugged her quickly, trying not to let my tears fall.
"I'm here now mummy... it's ok." She let out a sigh that sounded like she was crying at the same time. 
"I'm here." I muttered, feeling the steam rise in the room and envelope us as we embraced. I couldn't begin to tell her how much I had missed her. When I was scared, all I thought about was getting out and getting back into mum's arms. 

I might like, like Will, but that didn't stop me from calling mum, mum. 

"Well alright sweetheart, the bath's ready! I'll be right outside, are you hungry? Thirsty? I can make you something..." She trailed off as she walked to the door, but looked back at my silence. 

"That would be great mum." I replied, almost crying again as she smiled and left. 

I sighed as the hot water welcomed me and washed all the dirt out of my skin and hair. It was the first step to leaving that horrible place. 
What had happened after I was gone? Was everyone ok? Eleven had managed to close the gate, I'm sure of it. 

But I knew we weren't done yet. Will had danced with that girl, I needed to warn him.

Warn him of what? Just because you're jealous...

"Stop that!" I muttered. I wasn't jealous. I just wanted... I wanted Will safe. 

The closed door seemed like a sanctuary now. Just me and the water. I didn't want to know why Will was dancing with that girl, or who she truly was. What did her father want with me? 

I lingered until the water turned murky and grew lukewarm, before wrapping myself up in a fluffy towel. A knock on the door had my scampering to the corner. 

"May I come in?" Will's voice rang out.

"Yes! I mean, um... yeah I guess. I haven't got anything to wear..." I finished lamely. Will entered with a soft smile and a bunch of my favorite clothes. They smelt like they'd been in some cardboard boxes, but I didn't mind. I thought they would've all been thrown out.

"We couldn't throw them out." Will spoke reading my thoughts. 

"Thanks Will." I smiled, feeling the soft, clean material. 

"Mum's made you something to eat, and the bed's made. So... I guess we'll talk tomorrow? It's Saturday so we can stay at home all day and just... hang out?" 

"Sure Will."

"Cool" He breathed, his smile widened as I smiled back.

"I'm so tired." I whispered.

"I can imagine... things have been good though, since you and Eleven closed the gate. But anyway, i'll tell you about it tomorrow. I promise." He gave me a quick hug, stifling a yawn and left me to dress. 

They didn't forget about me. Everything, and everyone was still here. I didn't want to find out if my dream was something that had happened, or was going to happen. Either way, I wish I'd been there, in Will's arms. I loved dancing, and sometimes in the lab one of the scientists would play music. 

One of the younger assistants loved music just as much as I did, and he'd play some fast-paced dance music which we would groove to for a while. I never knew if Papa had told him to play it, so that I would feel happy before my tests. But the man who loved music was nice. 

I had never slow danced before though. That would be peaceful, and hopefully not too awkward. Someday I'd ask Will to show me how to dance like that. 

I smiled and shrugged into warm pyjamas as I smelt my favorite food in the kitchen. Food, then sleep. Then tomorrow, I would find out about that girl, and everything that had happened one way or another.