𝘼𝙣 𝙊𝙡𝙙 𝙁𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙

𝙂𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 at the three guards sitting across from him and Brenda, Thomas watches their every move as the bumps from the uneven road, rock the vehicle side to side.

𝘐 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳—

Anger bubbles inside of the boy as he shares a glance with Brenda, who sits beside him, also fuming and glaring daggers at the men watching their every move.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘴?

Blake let's a sigh leave her lips as she looks around in the darkness, finally letting her emerald orbs adjust to the dim lighting as she pushes herself to lean back against the metal wall.

"Fancy seeing you here." A familiar voice sounds from the other side, making Blake quickly snap her head to see Jorge leaning against the opposite wall, with a small smile spread across his lips.

A small chuckle erupts from Blake's chest as she shakes her head. "Touché, twinkle toes."

The older man's brows knit together at her choice of words. A chuckle leaving his lips as he also shakes his head, smiling. "Missed you, hermana.—You and that attitude."

"Who wouldn't?" Blake teased, feeling an old part of herself starting to resurface after many months of pushing her old humor aside to cope with the mental and physical trauma.

"Thomas sure did." Jorge grinned, pressing his lips together as he watched the small girl shift awkwardly in her seat.

"He wouldn't stop talking about you. Annoyed the crap out of me and Bren. I don't know if we could've taken you 𝙣𝙤𝙩 being in that shipping container. Thomas would've been even more out of his mind than he already is."

Emerald orbs softened at the older man leant up against the side of the van and as Blake thought about how Thomas must have taken the fact that her and Minho were kidnapped by WCKD.

She really hadn't thought much about how the boy must have taken it.

Blake didn't think he cared that much, but the more she thought about it—the more she realized just how much he did care.

The crazy stunt he pulled off to save her and Minho.

The endless glances he would steal when she wasn't looking.

The amount of times he pulled her away from any form of danger and pushed her behind him...

Maybe he did care—a lot more than she originally thought.

Maybe she wasn't just a distraction.

As the three vans flew into the compound, a sudden knock pounds against the hard metal.

"Get out!" A man yells from the other side, making Thomas roll his eyes as he steps out of the vehicle, tugging Brenda to stand.

Masked men surround the two as the two turn and scan their surrounds. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯?

Suddenly, another van screeches to a halt in front of the two as the sound of a man yelling and fighting echos through the small metal cabin. "No, Wait! Don't you touch her!"

"Get your fucking paws off of me, you asshole!" A feminine voice follows behind Jorge's, making Thomas' heart flutter in relief.

"Awe, look—my middle finger likes you.." Blake's voice continues taunting as the third van screeches to a stop behind the other.

The doors to the first van suddenly open, letting a body fly to the ground as a grunt of pain leaves the masked man's lips.

"You son of a bitch! What did you do with them?!" Blake yells from the inside of the cabin, making Newt and Fry who just piled out of the other van raise their eyebrows.

Jorge quickly jumps out and grabs onto the man's shirt tugging his upper body off of the ground as he screams "Where is she, you son of a bitch?"

Just a split second later—another body flies out of the van's exit. Blake's face turns beat red as she stomps to the edge of the exit, aiming her weapon at the other man groaning on the ground. "You have two seconds or I put a bullet in your brain."

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭. Thomas' lips pull into a smirk upon seeing the fiery brunette before turning his attention back on Jorge.

"Shit, hey!" Thomas calls out, stopping Jorge as he lands a punch to the masked man's face. "Hey!"

Emerald orbs widen into the size of saucers as Blake slightly lowers her gun at the sound of Thomas' voice.

"Thomas?" Blake questions softly, before a guard quickly disarms the distracted girl, shoving her back until she is away from the scene.

"Okay, okay, okay!" Thomas tries to deescalate the situation, raising his hands up in surrender as the men push him, Newt, Fry, and Brenda back.

"I'm right here! I'm right here!" Brenda shouts, trying to calm Jorge down.

Letting Blake go, the guard pushes the small brunette into Thomas' arms. Stumbling and breathing heavily, the small girl glares at the men around her as Thomas pushes her behind him.

"Everybody, relax." A familiar voice tries "We're all on the same side here."

Green eyes narrow at the sound of the voice. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦—

"Okay—" Thomas steps forward "What do you mean the same side? Who the hell are you?"

The guy in the mask pauses, glancing between his old friends as he finally decides to reveal his identity.

Newt's mouth hangs open as he puts the puzzle pieces and the familiar voice together. 𝘕𝘰—

Reaching up, the man finally slides the mask off before turning to look at the shell shocked expressions plastered all over his old friend's faces.

"Hey, Greenie."

"No..." Blake whispers as her eyes widen in disbelief, anger instantly bubbling inside the small girl as she glares at the boy in front of her.

Thomas' body stiffens as he walks closer to the boy, anger pulsing through his veins as he nears the taller boy with weird eyebrows. "Gally?"

Newt, Blake, and Frypan share a glance—all confused as hell. Blake's heart thuds against her chest as she clenches her fist, trying to remain calm as she follows closely behind Thomas.

"No way." Fry whispers, shaking his head as he looks to the blond standing feet away in shock.

Slowly Inching closer, Thomas' eyes harden into a deadly glare as he feels the uncontrollable rage surging through his body.

Not being able to hold back anymore, Thomas quickly lunges forward—connecting his fist to the ex builder's face. A grunt of pain leaves Gally's lips as Thomas crawls over the boy, rearing his fist back to connect with the boy's face once again.

(𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙙𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙛...𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙝𝙤𝙩, 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙤.)

"No, wait!" Newt tries as he shoots Blake a glare, who stands with her arms crossed over her chest with a smirk.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Stop it! Stop it" Newt rushes to the angry boy's side, holding his fist to stop him from laying another punch. Thomas breathes heavily as he stares back down at the buzz cut boy below him.

"He killed Chuck—and almost killed Blake." Thomas hisses, clenching his jaw as Newt uses all his power to push the boy back.

"Yeah, I know. I remember. I was there too, alright? But I also remember that he was stung, and half out of his mind." The blond looks around frantically as Thomas squeezes his eyes shut.

"Just calm down, alright?"

Thomas flutters his teary whiskey colored orbs back open as he suddenly lets out an annoyed sigh. Quickly pushing himself back as Blake catches his bicep, steadying the boy.

Gally takes a deep breath before he pushes himself up and off of the ground, watching as Blake pushes Thomas into Newt's grasp.

Cocking his head to the side and rubbing the spot on his cheek that aches, Gally turns toward the group. "Kind of had that coming." The boy admits, opening and closing his mouth to try and get rid of the ache.

Blue-green eyes search the rest of the familiar faces as Gally steps closer to the group. "Anybody else?—"

"Fry?"

"Newt?"

"Bla-"

A sudden fist collides with the side of the boy's face before he can even get the other name out.

Groaning, Gally opens his eyes back up to the small brunette shaking the pain out of her hand. "Blake." Gally's voice cracks as he looks down at the small, angry girl seething in front of him.

"Swear I just had deja vu" The boy jokes, recalling the first time he ever met the small brunette.

"Okay—lets..." Newt trails off, once again going to pull one of his friends back from beating up the ex builder. "Calm down, shall we?"

Thomas' lips tug at the ends, wanting nothing more than to pull into a smirk as he watches the blond guide the small girl back behind them.

"Do you know this guy?" Jorge asks, breaking through the awkward tension lingering in the air.

Blake chuckles dryly as she rolls her angry emeralds. "Boy, do we."

"He was an old friend." Fry whispers, keeping his gaze on the buzz cut boy standing in front of them— who runs a hand over the second, sore ache in his cheek.

"How?" Newt questions, shaking his head in pure disbelief. "H-how is this possible?—We watched you die?"

"No, you left me to die—and if we hadn't found you when we did, you'd be dead right now." Gally said, shaking his head slightly as he glared at the small brunette from afar. "What the hell are you doing here?"

Blake swallowed a thick lump in her throat as she spoke up. "Minho, WCKD has him in there."

"We're looking for a way in." Newt adds as Gally shifts to the other side of his foot.

"I can help with that...follow me"

Thomas shakes his head "I'm not going anywhere with you." The boy spat, keeping his hardened glare on his old frienemy.

Shaking his head and letting out a sigh, Gally turns to leave. "Suit it yourself." The builder whispers before stopping mid turn. "But I can get you through those walls."

Sharing a look with Newt and Fry, Blake slowly turns to Thomas' death glare he sends the taller boy. "It's all we have right now." Blake whispers, drawing the boy's death glare to follow down to the set of emerald orbs pleading from below.

Dark, whiskey orbs soften almost immediately as Thomas gazes at the small brunette standing next to him with big, pleading emerald orbs.

𝙁𝙪𝙘𝙠.