Thomas Stilinski

3

They searched the rest of the rooms in that and the rest of the corridors, finding no sign of Newt or anyone for that matter.

Moving in to another corridor they saw an open room at the end. Entering the room they saw it had: a row of chairs, a large desk with a computer, a table with water bottles and more food, there was also an elevator.

"All in agreement that we don't touch that table, even if our lives depend on it," a chorus of -yes- sound from the others.

Thomas watched as Jorge made his way to the elevator, pressing each of the buttons. Nothing happened.

"Damn it, they must have locked off the whole floor," They looked at each other.

"What do we do now, we have no way out of here and they have Newt somewhere," Minho sunk down onto one the chairs, head resting in his hands. Thomas sat down next to him  wrapping an arm around his shoulders, rubbing his arm with his hand.

"Min we will find him even if we have to tear this place to the ground to do so," the other shoved him off, standing and glaring at him.

"He wouldn't be gone if we hadn't gone with them, if you didn't make the stupid decision to trust them putting us all in this situation. YOU did this no one else, YOU. Your the reason half the people I knew are dead, Alby, Winston, Gally, and Chuck he was our little brother and you killed him!" He had tears filling the corners of his eyes as he turned and marched off back down the corridor before anyone other then Thomas could see them.

The others stared after him till the sound of a door slamming shocked them out of their trance.

"Thomas you ok?" He nodded ignoring the numbness that had settled in his chest.

"You know he's not really anger at you right?" Once again he just nodded. It wasn't the first time Minho had gotten anger like that or the first time he'd yelled at him but it was usually over small thing, like forgetting to fill his food pack when they where in the glade or over something someone had said about theirs and Newt relationship.

He stood up deciding to follow him. He knew if they didn't talk it out now it would get worse and the numbness he felt would only fade to anger. They didn't need Newt knowing they'd been fighting it wouldn't help him get any better being in the middle of their fight.

He left the others, seeing Frypan grab Brenda when she went to follow him and shaking his head at her out of the corner of his eye. Moving down the corridor, he stopped at the one door that was shut. He stood silence for a minute listening for any sign of life behind the door, hearing the slight sounds that he associated with Minho crying. He'd always tried to hid when he was sad often hiding himself away in the most unusual spots that always seemed way too small to fit the muscular boy.

He didn't bother knocking just opened the door and walked in. On first glance he could see no sign of the older boy, he stood still listening intensely to the almost silent sobs, which lead him to the bed. Crouching down next to the bed, he squirted his eyes to see thought the shadows. Minho had his back to him and was curled up in to an almost impossibly small ball shoulders shaking violently, the sight brought tears to Thomas own eyes and his heart break as he reached out slowly.

"Min Min..." his hand pressed against the other back rubbing slightly like Minho had done for him not too long ago (aka last chapter), the shaking stopped slowing but he made no move to come out of hiding.

"M'sorry Tom," Thomas squeezed his back.

"Its fine Min Min, its fine, but we need to talk about this," the other climbed out from under the bed then sitting down on it. Thomas moved to sit by his side wrapping one arm around his waist lightly.