Thomas and his friends have finally taken down wicked, and are finally on their way to paradise. but what they find returning to them isn't peace from wicked, but what wicked stole from them - their memories are returning and familiar faces are here to help. Thomas is now faced with the ghost of his past in Beacon Hills and the trauma of the Scorch...
**INDEFINITE HIATUS**
Going to be rewritten, by me of course. the original version of this fic was release back ye olden days of 2018, almost seven years ago now...
With the rewrite, Some plot will be changed (...it will be given a plot), and ships/characters etc will change too (newtmas will stay).
I never really had a plan for this fic and I've spent the last few years really, really, wanting to continue. especially with a proper plan this time . it still might take a few decades /jk but hopefully republishing this version can give me motivation other than nostalgia (ie peer pressure lmao). ||ヽ(* ̄▽ ̄*)ノミ|