The Tributes from the Maze (Newt/OC)

Thomas Couldn't Believe It

He laid on his bed, eyes glued to the shabby concrete ceiling above. Newt was alive. Thomas couldn't believe it. He was afraid to let himself fall asleep, not knowing if he could handle waking up to it all being a dream. The familiar rap of knuckles against his door jolted him from his thoughts. He had left it open, knowing she would come by. The springs on his mattress groaned as the girl sat down on the end of his bed.

"Thomas? Are you awake?" Teresa whispered through the darkness.

"Mhmm." Thomas murmured, still feeling the stir of conflicted emotions within him. She had betrayed them to WICKED...but he had once worked for WICKED too, and his friends had forgiven him. So why shouldn't he forgive her if she had really changed?

"Thomas, I need to talk to you. I know you don't want anything to do with me right now but will you please just hear me out? For old times' sake." Teresa begged. Thomas sighed and sat up, looking into her startling sapphire blue eyes.

"What is it?" He grumbled.

"You know that girl Newt was talking about? She's Ava Paige's daughter, Ariadne. We used to call her Aria. She's part of an elite group of people in WICKED who are working with the Right Arm and have a plan for us all to escape. We were both part of those people before the maze. That's why I sold you all out to WICKED. There was a plan but then you all escaped and the plan failed so they had to think up another one. Now, do you see why I betrayed you? It was part of our plan." Teresa explained, her voice pleading with him to believe her.

"So you're saying I knew this girl Newt was talking about and her mother is the queen bee of WICKED?" Thomas said, doubting every word she said.

"You more than just knew her, Thomas. She was your twin sister." Teresa revealed and Thomas sat up straighter, his eyes wide open and alert.

"What!? I have a twin sister! My mother is Ava Paige!? That's not...It can't be true." He protested. But something niggled at the edge of his mind. A distant memory of a dark-haired girl that left as quickly as it came. "Wait a minute, I think that I just...does she have really dark brown hair?"

"Yes! I thought she was dead so I didn't tell you about her. You've had enough people you love in your life die." Teresa nodded sadly.

"Wow, I can't believe this. I have a sister. And not just a sister, a twin sister! How could this be possible? I've never even thought about the possibility that I could have a sibling. I can't wait to meet her! Again. And remember it this time." Thomas said, smiling. He had a sister. He had a family.

"Everybody to your bunkers, I'm coming to check up on you in ten! The general wants everybody in bed and sleeping until we roll out. You need your rest!" Lawrence yelled from the hallway. Teresa rolled her eyes.

"I'd better go. But I'll definitely see you tomorrow. We're on the same squad." Teresa mumbled and she left. Thomas rolled over and hung his arm down over the mattress. His fingertips grazed the cold stone floor and he drifted off to sleep to the sound of the squeaky ceiling fan.