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the berg ride

The Berg ride was one of the longest Thomas had ever experienced. Vince and the others had already begun to set up a safe zone in the east, where now there were structures and complete protection from Cranks. It was WICKED's last resort, to save only the immune. There was a coastline for fishing and farms already flourishing with crops. But flying could not take any longer, with Newt still fast asleep in Thomas' arms, whimpering occasionally, although the moaning ceased. Occasionally Thomas would stroke his arms softly, just to remind himself that it wasn't a dream and his boy was still alive. Everyone else had settled in the front with Jorge once Thomas got in the ship. He'd collapsed, exhausted physically from carrying both himself and Newt, and emotionally from almost losing him.
    As his eyes started to droop, although he'd never expected to get tired until he knew Newt was okay, the blonde shifted. With tired eyes, Thomas looked down to meet his. They were back to their coffee brown that brightened when he smiled. The color had returned to his face, and his lips were parting into a smile. Thomas almost lost his grip on him, too fascinated by his beauty to even focus.
They sat there, not caring about alerting the others that the cure worked, staring into each other's eyes, trying to solve the mystery of each other. "Tommy" was all Newt could say as they just sat there, Newt's head in Thomas' lap, Thomas gazing into his eyes as he sat against the Berg wall.
Before they would even move, Minho burst through the door, as always, ruining the moment.
    "Yo Thomas, Brenda and Fry wanted t-"
    Both of them jumped away from each other, Thomas hitting his head against the wall, and Newt collapsing two feet away from lack of strength.
    "Shit," was all Thomas would muster as he made his way to Newt with a now throbbing headache, who rolled over carefully to face the ceiling.
     Finally processing that his best friend was alive and okay, Minho jumped up, rushing towards him. Kneeling in front of him, he engulfed him in a bear hug, earning muffled groans from Newt. Thomas just watched, an endearing and curious look plastered on his face. Their relationship always fascinated him, knowing that Minho had saved Newt's life, but also knowing that they argued and teased constantly. With Newt for Thomas, they were always gentle with each other, giving shy smiles and hugging each other from behind. (At first that had made solely Gally uncomfortable, but their friend got used to his friends being touchy. Gally's crush on Newt dissolved after he met Brenda, the girl who changed his life in ways Newt never would have.)
    "You're okay! I thought-I thought,"
    For once the outspoken Minho was speechless, or he wasn't comfortable saying what everything was already thinking. Newt was supposed to die. It was inevitable, or they thought. He was destined from the beginning to die young, to die without Thomas' love, without a reason to keep going. The inevitability in a way comforted Newt, who was aware of the disease overcoming his brain. It wasn't his depression coming back, it was acceptance. At least Tommy had the note he wrote, his last goodbye.
    Minho's outburst and the clattering of bodies signaled the rest of the group that something was happening. Thomas could see Gally's gun propped in the hallway in case the serum didn't work. He knew Gally would never shoot Newt. In fact, it was more likely that he'd shoot Thomas, even though they'd gotten past their disagreements.
   When the noises stopped, Brenda, Gally, and Fry made their way into the room. Gally and Fry looked like they were about to faint, their friend of almost 6 years on the brink of death now alive right before them. Newt had made his way back into Thomas' arms, but he faced his friends, who said nothing. The only noise was the hum of the ship as it made it's descent to the ground.
    "It's nice to see you're okay, Newtie," Gally offered, trying to fill the silence.
    And then like a switch, they were all talking at once, baffled and relieved, even Brenda, who hadn't known the blond for that long. Each of them had taken turns hugging the life out of him, (not literally of course), especially Minho, even though he'd already had his share of the boy.
    "Thomas you shank, why didn't you tell us earlier? You must've known, I mean, he's on top of you," Minho remarked with a smirk after they had gotten over their shock. This comment made Newt blush and dig his head into Thomas's neck again to hide his embarrassment. Thomas just smiled and held him again, rubbing his back and shoulders soothingly.
    "You shanks see what I mean? It's like they're boyfriends now."
   Both of the boys looked away from each other at that and stared in awe at the ex runner, whose comment got a response from the rest of the group. Minho just sat down next to them against the wall, patting Newt's knee as he settled in. The rest of them made a deformed circle so they could sit and talk, update Newt on everything, and try to maintain normality. Now that he was immune, Newt would be welcomed fully, but as Brenda explained the safe haven, she avoided the words "crank" and "not immune" as if they didn't exist. It seemed like no one wanted to approach the subject for Newt's well-being. The blonde didn't notice or care though, his mind focused only on Thomas.