REDEMPTION.
[ chapter five ]

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EVELYN AND GALLY STARE AT EACH OTHER. They're in a back storage room. She dragged him away from the meeting room, and he was extremely silent in return but agreed nonetheless. After sending Fry a distressed glance, he finally followed after her.

"So. . ." He rocks back and forth on his feet.

Eve tilts her head, inspecting him, "Do you know?"

He narrows his eyes, "About what? Why Newt's acting weird? You and Thomas? Do I know what?"

She licks her lips, "About us."

His mouth drops open, "I— Eve—"

"Not like that, idiot. God, how low do you think I want to stoop?" She mutters in annoyance, rolling her eyes, "Do you have your memories back?"

He hums, nodding, "Yeah, but they're faint."

"Right, so you do know," She states.

Gally clenches his jaw, "Know what?"

"That we're siblings, actually fucking twins," She snaps angrily, glaring at him with her nostrils flared, "If you have your memories, you should remember our time in WCKD."

Gally gawks at her in complete disbelief. His eyes are wide and his jaw has dropped. His hands that were previously fiddling have stilled and fallen to his sides. He begins to shake his head in denial, small laughs erupting his lungs. He jabs a finger at her, "You're joking."

She stares at him in disbelief, "Do I look like I'm fucking joking?"

He stills once more, looking thoroughly at her face and realisation hits him, "No. Oh my god— No, you don't," He turns away from her, running his hand over his buzzcut, "Holy shuck. Holy shuck."

She snorts, "You still use Glader slang?"

He whizzes back round to her, his face now painted with offence, "We're siblings. There's no way. I mean, how is that even physically possible? You're— you're you, and I'm— we would've figured it out. My memories didn't have anything to do with you. You were there once, getting dragged away from—"

"Our room," She finishes, "Yeah. We shared a room. We shared everything, in fact. Because we're siblings. Lord save my soul. I apologise if you don't want to be my brother, but believe me it was a horror for me too."

A small smile breaks out on his face, and a minute later his arms are wrapped around her body and she's cringing into his shoulder. Struggling, she raises up an arm to pat his back.

"I didn't like hugs in the Glade, I still don't," She mumbles, and he's quick to step back with a smirk playing on his lips.

Gally attempts to dampen his excited smile, realising he's might be too happy, "How did you find out then? I mean, you were having memory flashbacks in the Glade, did you know then?"

She shakes her head, "No. I didn't find out until after the Glade," She blows air into her cheeks, "But the story of how I found it is a story for another time, yeah? It wasn't the most joyous time of my life."

"What—" He eyes dart over her shoulder and towards the door, where Thomas is leaned against the frame, "Can I help you?"

"Do you mind leaving and giving me and Eve a minute alone?" Thomas asks, stepping through into the room and leaving Gally no choice but to accept.

Sending Evelyn an aggravated glance, Gally barges past the dark haired boy, making sure to knock their shoulders in passing. Eve rolls her eyes at the pair of them, before fully rotating her body to Thomas.

"What do you want?" She asks.

He bites his lip, "To apologise."

"Apologise for what?" She tilts her head.

"For what happened with Newt," He answers.

"To me it didn't seem like you did anything wrong," She chuckles to herself, "Unless he was telling the truth. Was he?"

"Eve, I—"

She shakes her head, scoffing at his attempt to change the subject, "No. Thomas, answer the question. Was he telling the truth about you and Teresa? Obviously I know she's obsessed with you, anyone with eyes knows that. But do you like her? And I want you to be honest, because I'll be able to tell if you're lying. So do you like her?"

Thomas stares into her eyes, "You're crazy."

Her gaze hardens, "Repeat."

He smiles, "You're crazy to think that I actually have feelings for Teresa, when I'm with you, and have been with you since the Glade, if not years before."

Her eyebrows furrow, and she goes to correct him, but he steps in first.

"I know, I know," He sighs, "We only made it official, or whatever in the Scorch, but both of us know that I didn't leave you alone in the Glade," He steps closer, "Why do you think that is, Eve?"

"Because you were an annoying nosey boy."

He chuckles, shaking his head, "Because I knew from the minute you told me to move that you were interesting. That there was more to you than the hard front you put on," He watches as her face relaxes slightly, "I knew that—"

Before he even has time to process what's happening, Evelyn's hand is buried in his hair and their lips are melded together. He moans quietly at the surprise, causing her to smirk against his lips. With his hands grabbing her waist, he backs them up, slamming the door shut before whirling around and pressing her against the wood, one of his palms now placed just beside her head.

He pulls back slightly, feeling his cheeks flush as he notices how Evelyn looks up at him, "What happened to the Teresa problem?"

She rolls her eyes, pulling his head closer to hers so she can kiss his lips once more. She parts their lips, "Fuck her."

He smirks, "I'd much rather fuck you."

She laughs, like genuinely laughs almost in embarrassment, "Could you be anymore fucking cliche?"

He kisses her once more, and lowers his hands to the back of her thighs, quickly picking her up off the floor and she instinctively wraps her legs around his waist, "Do you want me to be?" He murmurs against her lips.

She runs her hands through the hair on the back of his scalp, "If it means you'll stop talking, then yes."

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The group, expect two certain members, sit around the meeting tables discussing how Thomas is going to intercept Teresa during her walk out of the main WCKD building. They all stare down at a map of the city, and that's when Gally takes it upon himself to say the obvious.

"Where the hell is Thomas?" He snaps, glancing around at the other individuals at the table, "And Evelyn. We need them to do this plan, and we're running out of time."

Fry and Newt exchange a glance before the blonde boy answers, "They do this sometimes. Did it an awful bloody lot after the attack on the Right Arm."

Gally's eyebrows furrow, "Do what exactly?"

"What do you think?" Frypan laughs, causing the rest of the group to grimace in disgust, and Gally has to physically turn away at the thought.

In the back room, Evelyn moans into the crook of Thomas' neck while his hands squeeze her thighs that are lifted in the air while he thrusts into her. He drops his head, groaning lowly into her hair while the both of them attempt to stay quiet.

It's not going to plan.

"Eve— fuck," Thomas moans.

She throws her head back, arching her back off the thick wooden table and his grip tightens when she curves her fists around the edge of the table as another moan rattles her body.

His lips move to her exposed neck, kissing her sweet spot. His movements come to a slow at his release, and he lets out a shuddering groan, squeezing his eyes shut in bliss. Evelyn's chest pumps up and down below him and she stares up at him, biting down on her lip while her body shakes.

"Thomas—" She breathes shakily, "Shit."

He smirks, running a hand over her sweaty forehead to wipe away the stuck down hairs before kissing it gently. She raises a shaky hand, gripping his chin and lowering his lips to meet hers.

"We— we should probably go," He swallows thickly as she runs a hand through his hair to remove it from his eyes.

She hums in agreement, relaxing her body and letting him pull out while she regains her breath. While jumping back into his trousers and slipping his belt through, Evelyn wiggles into her clothes, not failing to feel his eyes following her every move.

"You're staring," She says once she's finished, turning on her heels to noticing him leant against the wall with a smirk, "Thomas, this does not give you a reason to be all smug and act like you're the balls of the relationship."

He laughs, throwing his head back, while pulling open the door, letting her step through first, "Did I say anything?"

She glares back at him over her shoulder, "That fucking smirk says it all," She looks around a corner, "Now, I'm off to find some sort of bathroom, I suggest you do the same."

He smirks, "Can't we just use the same—"

But Evelyn has already walked away, looking along every wall and into every room for some sort of bathroom. Thomas sighs and follows after her.

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WORD COUNT: 1575

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