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More Than One Reunion

Newt POV:

"Where is he?!" It took every ounce of strength he had not to grab one of those slintheads and strangle them till they talked.

Sure, he had come back from the dead- or whatever everyone was thinking staring at him like bloody prats. He had to find Tommy. No one was talking. Everyone was just staring. It was absolutely infuriating. Newt continued to ask that same question and get no reply (for god's sake it was like pulling teeth) until he heard footsteps approaching. Hopefully it was someone who knew more words than "Newt?", "What is going on?", and "I don't know". Newt turned around trying to find the newcomers when he heard it.

"Newt?" 

His heart stopped. He knew that voice. For the love of god he would've smacked him if he didn't miss him so much; after he'd heard that word being repeated over and over for the past 20 minutes.

Newt slowly turned around, aching to see the boy with the brown eyes. To see his slight dimple on his right eye when he smiled. To see the moles on his face that brought out his features. Just to see him.

He took his eyes in, his face, all his features. He had missed him too much. He would've gone up there and kissed him, right there in front of everyone, had it not been for the hesitance in his eyes.

"Newt." Newt almost broke as he heard Tommy's voice crack. 

"What are you-" he broke off, his voice shaking. "How are you here? I-"

Newt couldn't listen to Thomas struggle like this. It was breaking him. He knew exactly what he had been about to say, anyway.

"You killed me?" his voice barely a whisper.

Thomas barely nodded.

They stood there, both not really knowing what to say or do with everyone else there. Thankfully, Minho saved them, discreetly asking everyone to walk back to the main area.

Newt looked up and walked over to Minho, falling into the shorter boy's embrace. Minho had been his best friend from day one. He-

"I'm sorry."

Newt pulled back hearing the words mumbled into his shoulder. He looked back at his friend wondering what he could've meant.

"I was too slow. If I'd made it to Brenda, and she'd made it to you then you'd be okay." 

Newt tried to smile. "Hey, it's okay, man. You see me here right now don't you? And I am okay."

Minho sighed. "Are you though? What even happened to you, shank? We saw you die."

Newt sighed, not ready to go through this. Would they even believe him? Look how they took his being alive!

"It was W.I.C.K.E.D. wasn't it," came Thomas's voice.

Newt only nodded, his gaze focused on the ground.

Minho looked between the two like they were crazy. "Alright y'all gotta learn how to say more than 'It was W.I.C.K.E.D.' Seriously. Some of us need more information."

Newt sighed. "Then I guess I'll be starting from the beginning.

"When Thomas and I were running through the W.I.C.K.E.D. compound looking for you, Minho, we ran into a couple guards, obviously. Thomas was running out of ammo in his handgun, and I grabbed a bomb off one of the guards we'd taken down already. I used that to take out a handful of W.I.C.K.E.D. officers, then tossed the mostly full handgun from the same guard over to Thomas. 

"Skip forward a bit and I've gone full Crank. The only sanity I maintained was used to tell Tommy to kill me. I- he did. He pulled the trigger. I had stabbed him and attacked him and beat the living crap out of him if I do say so myself," Newt said at a weak attempt to lighten the mood. "He had given in to my one and only wish. To die so I wouldn't harm you any further.