Back Home Again

Thomas POV:

The next morning was chaos. Thomas and his fellow Gladers- well all the ones still alive- made their way to the abandoned Berg. Then after realising he was forgetting Newt, he turned around. The brunette walked around the Glade looking for his companion to no avail. 

That's when he realised where his friend was.

Thomas made is way over to the mountain that made up the East wall of the safe haven. A tuft of blonde hair appeared in his view, and he hurried over to the owner. 

Newt sat on the ground in front of the rocky cliff edge with his arms crossed in front of him and a knife in his hand. His shoulders were shaking so badly that Thomas almost didn't want to approach him. But he did. 

Thomas walked up and wrapped Newt in a hug, hoping to relax him and make him feel better. Instead, Newt tensed at the touch. Thomas peeled his arms away from the boy and looked him in the eyes. Where he expected to see innocent sadness, he saw a fire under the despair instead. Newt's anger was immense, though buried deep.

When the boy wouldn't meet his gaze, Thomas turned around to see what he had actually been staring at. There on the rocky cliff was a name. Sonya.

Thomas turned back to Newt who had finally looked at him, but not with his usual kind eyes. The question on his lips desperately escaped, but it came out as a delicate whisper.

"Why..."

Newt's eyes turned sharp. "She was my sister. I've known her my whole life, even if I didn't. She deserved better than having her name crammed on a rock with countless other people."

Thomas nodded. Though he didn't quite understand what Newt was going through, he knew how hard it was to lose people. Especially if you've only known them for less than a day. Thomas's mind drifted back to the reason he came here in the first place.

"Newt, we have to leave. W.I.C.K.E.D. knows where we are now, so we have to get out of here. We are going back to my old home. All of us-"

"Not all of us," Newt's voice came cold and sharp; Thomas barely even recognised him.

"I'm sorry, Newt, I really am. I know how hard it is to lose people. I lost you once. But we have to go. I'm not letting anyone else die. Trust me, I know how you feel."

That put Newt over the edge. Before he even spoke, Thomas could feel the air change, and he knew he must have said something wrong.

"You don't! Don't ever say you know how I feel! You couldn't! You don't know what it's like to find out you had an actual family just to see them go right in front of you. You lost me? I'm right here! I didn't die! And Teresa? You said you knew her before the Maze. You had all that time with her. You remember. That's something I don't have! I had one day. One! You couldn't possibly understand."

Thomas was speechless. He had never seen Newt this angry. The only time he had gotten this upset was when he had the Flare. What if. . .

No. That wasn't the case. It couldn't be possible, could it? Thomas's focus shifted back to what Newt had been saying.

"I won't. I'm not leaving my baby sister. I'm not going back to your safe haven where you have all your family, all your memories, all your happiness. I couldn't bear it."

"Newt, what are you talking about? We have to go! W.I.C.K.E.D. will find us! They'll kill us. They'll kill you. Again!"

Newt's eyes were dark as he muttered the inevitable words.

"Then at least I would see my sister again."

Thomas's eyes went wide, almost in a comical way had the situation been any lighter. When Newt turned away from him, he knew that there would be no getting through to him. Loss does things to you. It changes you.

He stood up and backed away from the broken boy, his heart breaking just as much as his friend's had. Thomas wiped a tear as he turned away, but as he did, he still heard the soft words that Newt muttered as he walked away.

"Non omnes angeli habent alas, sed omnes angeli in caelum resurgemus. Not all angels have wings, but all angels rise to heaven"

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The Berg landed in the same spot it had nearly 6 months ago. Right in Beacon Hills. Thomas exited first, followed by the rest of the Gladers.

Minho whistled boisterously. "Well I certainly thought we'd never be back here!" Fry and Gally murmured in agreement.

"Neither did I."

Thomas turned around to see who had said that. He didn't say it, none of the Gladers said it, so who did?

There, behind the horde of his friends, was a tall boy with dark, messy hair, a double ringed tattoo, and a crooked jaw.

Thomas made his way up to his old friend. They greeted each other, but it was cold and distant. Then, as the reality settled in and the silence overtook the noise, they just stood there. Still.

Minho, obviously, had the audacity to whisper, "I mean the sexual tension right now is killing me."

Thankfully, neither of the boys heard it. But when the silence ceased, and the clouds parted, Scott McCall, the true alpha, finally spoke. 

"We all missed you, Stiles." 

And when he said it, there was no biting edge to it. It was sincere. It was heartfelt. And Thomas had missed those words, that smile, that genuine happiness, and that voice so much, that he couldn't take it anymore. 

Thomas spoke the words that he had been longing to say for the longest time.

"Scott, you're my best friend. Okay? And I need you. Scott, you're my brother. I missed you so much. I could never live without you. I'm so sorry."

That's when he realised where his friend was.

Stiles smiled.

A/N: So this was a fairly short chapter, sorry. I promise I will make the next ones longer. I'm planning on a couple more chapters to wrap this up, and then a sentimental epilogue to tie it all together. Hope you guys like it! Make sure you are all staying safe please! I hate global pandemics :P

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