Thomas jogged his leg as he sat in Newt and Minho's living room. Teresa was holding his hand and Minho had a beer cracked open in front of him.

"I hate when he does this," Minho said softly.

"You've seen him die before?" Thomas asked, his voice coming out rough. Yeah, he'd been crying. He felt like he was allowed to cry while watching his boyfriend basically commit suicide.

Minho nodded as he took a long sip from his beer. "After Alby, I'd come home to his brains splattered all across the living room wall. Sometimes he'd slit his own throat just to 'make the voices stop' or whatever the fuck that meant. Scares me every time though because I think just what if he fails this time and something doesn't work. What if I lost him for good and I never got to say goodbye." Minho trailed off as he stared at the couch. Well, whatever was left of Newt.

Thomas couldn't do it, he had to call Minho to come and physically scrape pieces of Newt off the lawn. Thomas vomited three times in the woods while Teresa patted his back and Minho put his boyfriend in a garbage bag. Now they had Newt set up on the couch. Minho had tried to put him back together like a fucking puzzle to make the healing go faster but that was another thing Thomas couldn't watch. They agreed to put a sheet over him so Newt could heal privately or whatever but Thomas refused to leave his side.

Minho let him shower in their bathroom and even take some of Newt's clothes so he didn't have to wear his suit. He gave Teresa some clean clothes too and tended to the wound on her shoulder. One thing was for sure, this wasn't Minho's first trip around this block and Thomas was infinitely thankful for him.

Minho cleared his throat and tipped his beer toward Teresa. "Enough about that, what did they do to you in there? Anything we should kill people over?"

Teresa shook her head as she held Thomas' hand tighter. He could slightly feel the burn marks on her which made his blood absolutely boil.

"They just wanted to know stuff and when I wouldn't tell them, they...got physical."

Thomas tightened his grip. "We should have been more careful."

    "Don't blame yourself," Teresa said softly as she rested her head on his shoulder. "It wasn't your fault."

    "It was."

Minho softly laughed. "God now I can see why you and Newt are together, you both think everything is your fault even if it was completely out of your hands. Listen Thomas, all because you and Newt have something a little extra doesn't mean it's your job to save the entire world okay?"

Thomas was quiet then but Teresa squeezed him again and he felt a little better. He rested his cheek on the top of her head and let out a breath.

"Don't be too hard on him when he wakes up," Minho said as he finished his beer. "He's gonna be just as stressed as you are if not more. Give him some time before you rip him a new one."

"I don't want to yell at him," Thomas said softly. "I just want to hug him."

"You are literally Newt's wet dream."

Teresa yawned and Thomas nudged her gently. "You should sleep T."

She shook her head. "I'm fine."

"You've been kidnapped for the past few days, you really should sleep."

"I can't," Teresa whispered. "I'm scared."

Minho clearly heard and his face softened. "Come on, you can sleep with me. I promise this isn't a ploy to feel you up, but I'm a big dude it might make you feel safer. Plus I promise you not one person who has broken in here has left alive."

Teresa looked at Thomas for guidance so he just smiled. "I'll be out here if you need anything."

"You're not sleeping?"

"Not yet, I'm going to wait a little longer."

Minho reached his hand out to Teresa, being careful or her injuries. She took it and smiled as he slung his arm around her. "I'm sorry but you have to sleep on the left side of the bed and if you want to cuddle...well we can fight to the death over who gets to be the little spoon."
Teresa laughed at that as they went into Minho's bedroom.

Thomas let out a breath and hugged a pillow to his chest. He didn't expect for this to hurt so bad. He couldn't even lift the sheet to see Newt's mangled half together body. Thomas knew Newt had an insane healing factor, he knew Newt couldn't die but it hurt so bad watching him literally blow himself into pieces. He should have been thankful, he knew that it saved them. They destroyed the safe house, Janson was dead, but Newt was also dead. Temporarily maybe but he was still dead.
Thomas let out another shaky breath and let another tear roll down his cheek.

He loved Newt, he really did. He was crazy and stupid and reckless and vulgar and he didn't usually think before he spoke but Thomas would be lying if he said he didn't inwardly laugh at every stupid misplaced joke he made or every immatue banter argument he had with Minho. He loved Newt, he loved Newt a lot and it was scary to say but he really really loved him.

Thomas ended up falling asleep in the chair, his back hunched over in a way that was probably going to hurt him in the morning. When he woke up he wasn't in the chair anymore, he was on Newt's lap and the merc was gently running his fingers through his hair.

Thomas took a second to process what was going on before sitting up straight and throwing his arms around his neck.

"Good morning to you too." Newt laughed as he hugged him back.

"You're so fucking stupid!" Thomas all but screamed as he shoved his face into Newt's neck.

"I probably should have warned you first huh?"

Thomas was crying again. "Your Ke$ha joke wasn't even funny!"

"Yes it was."

"You scared me," Thomas said softly as he pulled back a little and wiped his eyes.

Newt frowned. "I'm sorry baby boy. I told you I can't die."

"Well I didn't like watching it!" Thomas snapped as he sniffled again. He couldn't decide if he wanted to be angry or upset or a weird mixture of the two.

"I'm not going anywhere," Newt said softly.

"Good cause I love you," Thomas blurted out, feeling his cheek heat up after. Newt was the first person he'd said that to.

Newt's face faltered for a second. "So you meant it when you said it in the car?"

Thomas nodded. "Of course I did."

Newt grinned and cupped his face, pressing their lips together. When he pulled back he gently wiped Thomas' cheeks with his thumbs. "I love you too."

"Yeah?"

Newt nodded. "Hell yeah."

"That almost makes me not mad at you anymore."

Newt pursed his lips. "How will I ever make it up to you?"

Thomas smiled. "Well you could start by making me food."

Newt narrowed his eyes. "I was kinda hoping that was going to go in a different direction but anything for you baby boy." Newt patted his hip and moved Thomas off his lap.

"Honestly To-" Newt said as he headed toward the kitchen.

"Newt!" Thomas snapped, cutting him off as his face flushed.

"Yeah?" The merch turned back around, making Thomas flush darker red.

"You're naked."

Newt paused for a moment, then looked down and laughed. "Oh yeah. Guess my clothes didn't survive the explosion."

Of course Minho and Teresa chose that exact moment to come out of the bedroom.

"I heard foo...oh that's Newt's dick..." Minho trailed off as he snapped his hand over Teresa's eyes. "Don't look sweetheart it's a terrible terrible thing."

Newt laughed again as he headed to his room. "That's not what Tommy says when it's in his mouth!!"

Teresa loudly gagged.

"Yeah that's more like it!"

"Newt!" Thomas screamed as he threw a couch pillow in the direction of his overly annoying boyfriend.

Minho rolled his eyes as he dropped his hand from Teresa's face. "Well that was a horrible start to the morning."

Thomas groaned and shoved his face into the couch cushion. "I've never wanted to go back to bed more in my entire life."

Minho snickered a laugh before heading to the kitchen. "Was Newt gonna cook?"

"Yeah I think so."

"Lit, I'm not doing it then." Minho made his way into the living room and flopped on one of the chairs. "He's good for something."

Newt emerged from his room this time fully clothed. "You talkin shit Minho?"

"As always."

"Eggs?" Newt asked no one as he opened the fridge. "Eggs and pancakes." He nodded to himself before pulling things out of the fridge.

"You sleep okay?" Thomas asked Teresa.

She nodded. "Actually yeah."

"I didn't!" Minho piped up. "Your friend takes up the whole bed."

"Did not!" Teresa snapped back. "You literally stole all the blankets!"

"You stole them first!"

Newt made a face from in the kitchen. "God Tommy, I really hope we're not that gross."

"You're worse." Minho held his middle finger over the couch which Newt of course Newt returned.

"So what's the plan now?" Teresa asked. "I mean we took a massive hit but WICKED is still out there."

"Francis is still out there," Newt said as he flipped a pancake in his pan.

"I'm assuming Janson is dead?" Minho asked as he stretched his legs out on the coffee table.

"Yeah he is."

"Teresa and I have to go back to school next week," Thomas piped up. "But we can come here after school."

"And spend the nights," Teresa added in.

"I forgot school was a thing," Minho snickered. "Haven't been there since the seventh grade."

"That's why you're so fucking stupid," Newt retorted back.

"You dropped out too!"

"I had cancer!"

Minho narrowed his eyes. "Fine, you win this one."

There was a loud knock on the door which Minho froze at. "Oh fuck, it's that day again."

"Answer it you empty skulled moron!" Newt shouted as Minho finally sprung off the couch. He slowly opened the door, cringing when he did.

"Hello Eran, no that's not Newt's blood stained into the nice couch you got for us."

The girl walked in and Thomas smiled. "Hi Eran!"

She returned the look. "Hi sweetheart."

A blonde girl followed in behind her who Minho made a face at.

"Who the fuck is that?"

Thomas remembered her from before.

"My girlfriend," Eran said as she crossed her arms over her chest.

That made Newt bust out into laughter again, like full bent over laughter. He had to balance his weight by putting his hands on his knees and huffing out weird sounds.

"The fuck is wrong with him today?"

"He still thinks it hilarious that you're gay," Minho grumbled.

Eran made a face. "Why's that."

"Because Minho's massive boner for y-"

Minho tackled Newt in the kitchen, slamming him to the floor.

"MINHO WANTED TO FUCK Y-" Newt cut off as Minho slammed his hands over his mouth as they rolled around on the floor.

"NEWT DO YOU EVER SHUT UP?!"

"NOT USUALLY."

Thomas rolled his eyes and scooted over on the couch so the girls could sit.

"It's always an event when I come in here to collect rent," Eran said to the blonde girl who cracked a smile at that.

"So you two are dating now?" Eran asked Thomas who nodded. That seemed to make her happy.

"He's mine back off!" Newt shouted from the floor before yelping in pain as Minho tackled him again.

Eran shook her head. "They're children."

Thomas nodded in agreement.

"Get OFF me you fat lard!" Newt shouted as he finally got up and braced himself against the counter. "It's like fighting with a fucking WALRUS!"

Minho flipped him off and threw a dish towel at him. "It's what you get for opening your big mouth. Now where's the fuckin rent at?"

"In the drawer where it always is!"

"You guys got blood on the floor too?!" Eran suddenly snapped.

Newt and Minho froze instantly, both pointing at each other. "He did it!"

Alex snickered at that before watching them scramble to open the drawer. Minho grabbed the envelope and dropped to his knees in front of his landlord. "Here you go fair maiden, your payment for the living space you bestow upon us."

Eran rolled her eyes and took it from his hands before sliding it into her pocket. "It better all be there or I'll kill you myself."

"How'd you get that much blood on the floor?" Alex asked as she looked at the giant stains carefully.

"First thing you learn around here pretty lady!" Newt piped up from where he was resuming his breakfast making. "Is that you never ask questions because you're not gonna like the answer."

"Come on, I'm curious too," Eran prodded as she crossed her legs on the couch.

"I got kidnapped by a drug cartel and Newt blew up...along with his car and an entire building!" Teresa finally spoke up from her place on the couch.

Eran was quiet for a moment. "H-How do you manage to do all of that on a Sunday?!"

"I had to go undercover as a stripper and seduce the leader of the cartel," Thomas piped up, inwardly laughing at how insane this all sounded.

Eran smacked her palm to her forehead before groaning. "Can you PLEASE stop getting blood everywhere?! It's never gonna wash out. How am I supposed to sell this place to the next tenants."

Newt grinned. "Bold of you assume we're ever moving out."

Newt and Minho air high fived from across the living room which made Eran shake her head again.

"Great. A mercinary and whatever the fuck Minho is are my main source of income."

The blonde girl looked at her phone before nudging Eran. "We have to go."

Eran's eyes widened. "Ah fuck you're right." They stood up and Eran mock saluted. "Later you absoulte fuck ups, do NOT ruin anymore of my furniture."

"Aye aye captain!" Newt shouted from the kitchen.

Eran pointed at him. "And you be good to Thomas okay?"

Newt bowed. "Always madam."

Minho waved as they closed the door behind them.

Minho let out a breath. "I guess I can handle being second choice to that blonde girl, she's pretty hot."

"Minho, you're not second choice, you're no choice because you have a dick." Newt paused to think. "On second thought it's so small it might not even properly classify as a dick so you might be good."

Minho scowled.

"Breakfast is ready!" Newt exclaimed way too loudly as he plopped a giant plate in the center of the table.

Thomas got up quickly, he was starving.

Once they were all eating, Newt cleared his throat. "First order of business. I've decided that we only have a week to stop WICKED because Tommy and Teresa can't be full time heroes and students."

"We still don't know what they're doing with this drug."

Thomas and Teresa shared a look.

"I hate when you guys do that, what do you know?"

"Jayden, the guy who had the job of surveilling me. He told me that they were recreating weapon X or whatever the actual fuck that means."

Thomas watched Newt's face go white.
"He said that? Those exact words? You're sure?"

Teresa nodded. "Thomas was there he'll tell you."

"And you're just bringing this up now?!"

"You were blown up!"

Newt made a face at that. "Okay fair point."

"Francis is doing it again?" Minho asked softly.

"I'm not surprised," Newt grumbled. "He's a power hungry life ruining motherfucker."

"So what? We have to find Francis?" Thomas asked as he took another bite of his pancake.

"Seems like it."

"So what do we do once we find him? We could hand him over to the police."

"No Tommy."

"What? He's not gonna stop if we ask him nicely."

"Tommy, if we find Francis, when we find Francis, I'm going to kill him."

Thomas' eyes widened. "You can't kill him! We don't kill people!"

"Yeah baby boy, you don't but I do. We're different."

"You stopped doing that!"

"How do you think the car started on fire? I did that, I killed Janson. The thing we're dealing with Thomas is beyond us, it's beyond you and almost beyond me. I can't let him make more of me. I won't let him make more of me." Newt seemed angry then, his mouth was pulled down into a tight frown and he fists were clenched.

"I kinda agree with Thomas," Teresa said softly. "We can't help you kill a man."

"He's not a man goddamnit!" Newt shouted as he slammed his fist down on the table.

"Okay okay woah let's settle down," Minho said quickly as he put his hand on Newt's shoulder. "Thomas, Teresa, that's a tough topic, I suggest we drop it for now okay?"

Newt nudged Minho off. "Get off me, I'm fine."

Newt pushed his chair back. "I'm done eating." He ran his hands over his face as he stood up. "I don't care what you say when we find Francis I'm putting his fucking head on a stick."

Newt slammed his bedroom door so hard the walls shook.