Thomas was where he always was when Minho found him.

By the water, staring out at the ocean, though it was darkening, as the sun had just set.

Minho sat down next to where he was on the sand and nudged him, making the brown haired boy turn to him.

He sighed. "Two hundred and fifty days without him."

"Yeah," Minho replied quietly. He couldn't believe it had been that long, only that long.

"I miss him. So much," Thomas whispered, his voice breaking. He took a deep breath, trying not to cry. "But he would be proud."

"Very proud." At least, that's what they hoped.

Thomas glanced at over at Minho, furrowing his eyebrows when he caught sight of two shadows walking towards them.

Only thing is, one had a limp.

"What's that?" he asked the black haired boy, nodding his head in the direction of the two people.

Minho glanced over at them, before jumping up and reaching for the gun he had, Thomas doing the same.

What? Can you blame them? After WICKED, almost everyone carried weapons.

They pointed their guns at the incoming people, making them stop with their hands up, still not close enough to determine anything other than there was a boy on the right and a girl on the left.

"Who are you?" Thomas asked fiercely, going into 'there's a threat, be protective' mode. "Step forward so we can see you."

They did, making the two boys with weapons realize they looked oddly familiar. They were both covered in dirt and blood, making their faces unrecognizable, though the girl had dark hair and the boy a lighter color, yet their hair was too covered in dirt to know the color.

"Who are you?" Thomas repeated, take a threatening step forward.

"I'm hurt you don't recognize me," the boy said, his voice one that the duo didn't think they would hear again, "Tommy."

Thomas want to run at him, to hug him, to hold him tight, to never let go. He wanted to kiss his sweet lips, ones that had brushed his briefly. He wanted to take him to the Safe Haven and keep him there. Keep him safe within his arms, unable to be touched by harm.

But he couldn't.

Because Newt was dead.

Or at least...he thought so.

But how could Newt be standing in front of him if he was dead?

That's why Thomas hesitated, lowering his gun slightly, before remembering where he had died.

In WICKED.

Who's to say he's not working with them?

There was also the other person that had been walking with Newt. Who was that?

Thomas turned to her, and raised his gun again. "And who are you?"

"It's me, Tom." Teresa. The girl who had fallen off a building, and yet was standing in front of them?

The girl who had betrayed them, the one who had been working with WICKED this whole time. The one who had played with Brenda's heart.

That was the main reason why they all hated her. They knew that she had just done what she thought was right. They knew that, and they understood that, and they kinda forgave that. But the fact that she had lead Brenda on, and then turned on her?

That's why everyone hates her.

"No." Thomas refused to believe it. The two people who had died that night, randomly coming back? That sounds like something WICKED would do.

"Who are you really?" Minho, too, thought that this was fishy, and not just because they were by the ocean. They couldn't possibly be back...right?

If they had been alone and saw them, Minho and Thomas would have thought they were hallucinating, but since the other saw, that must mean they're really there...right?

"Guys, it's us," Teresa said, her voice barely loud enough for them to hear over their distance.

"No!" they both shouted. It was impossible.

"No! You can't be alive, we watched you die," Thomas spoke, his voice shaking, though he tried to hide it. He didn't notice that he had just quoted the words Newt had said to Gally when they were reunited before they rescued Minho.

But Newt did. And he smiled slightly.

"No, you thought you watched us die," he told the boy he was in love with. "Teresa grabbed onto a slab of concrete and hung until the building finished falling, then climbed down and found me. Apparently, she had never been on WICKED's side or she planned to betray them too, but she had a bunker or something under the city.

"She took my unconscious body down there and treated me. I never actually stopped breathing yet. I just couldn't move. She helped me get better, and then, when I was healed, she and I went looking for you guys.

"And finally, after 220 days, we found you. Took a while, but we did. We bloody did." He smiled, happy he had accomplished his mission.

Thomas and Minho stood frozen, their guns hanging at their sides, trying not to believe the fact that they had been living 250 days without the boy standing in front of them, when he had been alive all this time.

"Is this...real?" Thomas whispered, and Newt, who had been moving closer without anyone knowing, heard it.

The blond boy had a rush of confidence and took two more steps forward to place his lips on the brunettes.

The kiss wasn't passionate or anything. It wasn't rough, it wasn't desperate.

It was soft, full of love and it gave them both a sense of safety and comfort.

"Is this real enough for you?" It was.

It was enough for him to pull him into the tightest hug ever, reaching out to grab Minho and pulling him into his arms as well.

They both started apologizing, Minho because he wasn't fast enough, Thomas because he couldn't stop him, but Newt assured them, that it wasn't their fault.

And they believed him.

They stood there, holding each other for dear life, afraid that they would disappear if they let go. Tears stung their eyes and they let them fall, it was only them after all, the only people they would break down in front of.

Teresa was off to the side, looking towards the Safe Haven, wondering if they were all there, if she was there. She let the boys have their moment.

Taking a step back, Minho placed his hands on the other boys' shoulders, looking into their eyes. He smiled. "The trio is back again, shanks!" He shouted, whooping. "Yeah, let's go!!" He punch the air, turning to run up to the camp, probably to tell everyone. Teresa followed behind him, though slower.

Newt and Thomas were the slowest, both staying where they were, looking into the eyes of their lover.

"I missed you," Thomas muttered, leaning forward slightly.

"I missed you, too, Tommy," Newt said softly, his accent making Thomas smile.

"Let's go, everyone will be dying to see you." With that, the brown haired boy grabbed his lover by the hand and ran toward the Safe Haven, pulling him along.

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That might be a bad ending but Idrc

See Mae, I'm capable of making happy stuff. But I do have a sad one planned so be ware.

Also, I could have ended this sadly but I didn't bc I promised.

Also, this is probably the last part, might not. I might write the other's reaction. Idk. Lmk what you want.

Super glad that I finished this before Saturday.