They had made it.

They had finally made it.

They had finally made it to the Safe Haven, but not without some casualties.

Thomas had lost a lot of people, all of them had. Fry had lost Winston, Minho had lost Ben, Gally had lost Chuck, Brenda had lost her brother, and the list goes on.

But none of them had to shoot the love of their lives in the head. Yes, Gally did kill Chuck, but it wasn't his fault, and he didn't love him like Thomas loved Newt.

Thomas had shot him in the head, on purpose. He wasn't mind controlled, he did it of his own free will.

And now he stood at the giant rock that was dedicated to the lives they lost, mustering up the courage to do what needed to be done.

The thing is, the moment he carves the name of his lover into the rock, it solidifies the fact that he's gone, and Thomas wasn't sure he was ready for that. The names of their fallen friends and family were already etched into the stone, a small space left empty waiting to be written on.

Thomas took a deep breath, completely unaware of the translucent blonde boy with a bullet wound and wings standing right next to him. The boy smiled as he watched the brunette take a step toward the rock, raising the carver thing up and positioning it to start writing.

The runner's hands shook, but he forced them to be steady, determined to not mess this one thing up. He stepped back once he was finished, admiring his work, proud yet trying not to cry at the same time.

He gave up on the latter, dropping to his knees, putting his head in his hands, and finally letting the tears that he had tried so hard to keep in out. His cries were somewhat muffled by his hands, and yet Newt heard them clearly, his heart breaking. He crouched down in front of Thomas and placed his hand over the one covering his face, wishing he could wipe away the tears that streamed down his face.

Newt placed his forehead against the crying boy's head, his own eyes filled with tears at his Tommy's sobs. He felt a few trail down his face as he heard the broken whispers of 'I'm sorry' mixed in with his whimpering.

"Hey, hey, Tommy," Newt said softly, aware that he couldn't hear. "I'm proud of you, okay? I'm so bloody proud of you."

His cries paused for a moment, as though he could hear the words the angle had just spoken.

Hopeful, Newt continued to whisper reassurances to ease the pain of the boy he loved. "It's okay now. You're safe, you're all safe. No one can hurt you now. I'm okay here. I'm so very proud of you." He lifted his head up and the sound of footsteps, and watched with a small smile as Minho, Fry, and Gally walked towards the two boys, though they only saw one. Trailing behind them, were the ghosts of Ben, Winston, Chuck, Alby, even Teresa. "We all are."

The Gladers all sat down next to the crying boy whose sobs had reduced to sniffles, staring at the names on the wall, completely unaware that the people the names belong to are sitting right next to us.

"They're all here, you know?" Fry said, staring sadly at the name of the person who put his hand on his shoulder.

"Yeah, I bet Newt would be telling us to 'get up off your arse and be happy. You made it.'" Minho imitated Newt's accent, making everyone laugh, though Thomas only managed a small smile. "We made it, Thomas. All thanks to you." HIs voice was soft, caring, not at all the sassy tone he used moments before.

"They're proud of you." Gally patted his shoulder, making Chuck send him a proud smile, glad they're finally getting along.

"They're proud of all of us."

Okay, so there is a way I can make this happy...butttttttt i'm not going to.

Blame Mae --> @Tomatolikestrains she sent me the fanart that inspired this.

Anyway, hope you like it. the fanart is the cover and this:

If someone could draw this oneshot id really appreciate it bc I can't draw but I think it would be a really good idea. Yk?