Thomas, Minho, Newt and Gally, watched from behind a stone structure that appeared to have had been a garden bed before, as the W.I.C.D soldiers formed a line of guards and barriers on the road, ready to fight the oncoming raiders who had earlier exploded the large gates into the city and were now running in. The dark sky was clouded over by the smoke of devastation, the destruction of buildings and the flames of blazing fires. 

Thomas, Newt, and Minho were still drenched head to toe in water from the fountain they had to death dive into earlier when escaping Janson and his guards. 

Newt was breathing heavily beside Thomas who had taken a quick peek around the stone garden bed to watch the soldiers. Only when Thomas crawled back to his friends after a W.I.C.D soldier had shouted something, did his eyes glance directly at Newt who he noticed was looking at him with his soft sapphire blue but blood-shot eyes. He suddenly felt lighter on his feet. 

Newt could always brighten up Thomas's day and has been since the day they met back in the Glade, either with a smile, a bright laugh or just by watching him with those eyes. Those pretty blue eyes that sparkle every time Newt laughs and smiles. More often, he catches Newt watching him, and he loves when that happens because it honestly feels really great. It's like a spark that ignites in him, filling him with positive energy that helps in any situation, dire or not. 

And he often finds himself staring back at his best friend, only for a short while when either Newt's looking away or looking at him. And if Newt catches him staring, he'd smile, feel his face warm up with a slight blush, and begins a conversation with him to make it seem nothing particular was happening. He also finds his best friend's scent quite captivating too, the scent of fresh soil, rain, and dewy grass. He doesn't understand why Newt's scent relaxes and comforts him. He finds it a little odd to even think it. Is this normal in friendships? 

Thomas gave his best friend a smile and a pat on the shoulder, assuring him that everything will be okay, and Newt attempted to smile back, his cheeks a little coloured with pink, contrasted to his pale skin, and he looked away, down at the pavemented ground. The veins in his neck stood out; they were coloured a dark grey but not fully black yet. 

Newt knew Thomas was trying to make him feel better, but he knew his time was almost up. He'll be a Crank soon, and in other words, dead. But the thing is, he doesn't fear death. Not anymore. He has watched his friends from the Glade die in front of his eyes. And of course, he misses them. He misses them every day. But he knows they're watching over them in some kind of way. The dead always is.

Gally turned back to his fellow Gladers after watching the soldiers, and then suddenly there was a loud bang, and the building across the road caught on fire. The sounds of yelling voices grew louder, and the raiders from outside the city walls had run into the W.I.C.D soldier's aim. They were running out from every street corner, there were so many of them, all running toward the soldiers, and bombs were being thrown at the soldiers from the raider's vehicles zooming in. 

"Get down!" Thomas said loudly as he saw a few of the raider's had Grenade Launchers. Gally dropped to the floor first with Minho, and Thomas helped Newt lie down by lowering him sideways down to the pavement as best he could. Another loud boom had happened, and all four boys had felt the pressure of the grenade's blast, but it didn't affect them. 

They knew they had to get out of there, and as Thomas had confirmed that they should, they quickly got to their feet, and Thomas and Minho helped Newt up and quickly rushed away from the sound of bombs while still keeping a low profile. They ended up in what looked like a restaurant or a cafe, and Thomas and Minho lowered Newt down onto the floor where he lay there, resting against the wall that had a peachy hue to it. 

"You all right?" Thomas sits down and asks Newt, expression worried and soft. It was probably close to the 50th time today that he's asked Newt that. Newt nodded quickly, and Thomas smiled. "Good." Though their situation was not good, he knew they had a very little chance of making it outside of the city with all the bombs going off and W.I.C.D soldier's fighting the citizens who have lived outside the city walls. He quickly crawled over to the counter, grabbed his Walkie Talkie from his belt and called Brenda with a click of the button. 

Newt listened quietly, sweat dripping from his forehead, barely hearing what Thomas and Brenda were talking about through the Walkie Talkies as Minho and Gally were quietly talking with one another and watching outside for any soldiers and his breathing wasn't getting any quieter either, but one thing he heard Thomas say was that he thinks they won't make it out of the city. That saddened and disappointed him to hear. He would rather all his friends make it out alive, especially Thomas. Thomas is his best friend, and he loves him so much. 

And he knows his love for Thomas is more than any other kind of friendship sort of love. This love was...real. He didn't feel this way with his other good mates, though he has had a few little crushes on guys in the Glave but never acted on them. And these feelings for Tommy, the confusing but exciting feelings all started back in the Glade when Thomas first came out of the box, all scared, confused, and jumpy, his hazel eyes bright and shiny with confusion, brown hair messy with sweat, hands soft and clingy from when he remembers shaking Thomas's hand for the first time when being introduced to him, and his smile - oh, his gorgeous smile. The prettiest smile he's ever seen. And he's seen a lot of smiles from all the boys from the Glade that he remembers, some of the smiles are quite nice, but the most gorgeous and charming smile is Thomas's. 

His best friend's smile was truly incredible, mesmerizing, and could make him feel better in any situation or if he's just feeling down. Thomas is there to make him feel better without even realizing it. Back in the Glade before Thomas arrived, he would just hang out with Minho, Alby, Chuck or fellow gardeners like himself, or he would just go for a walk around the Glade, listening to the birds chirping and the wind blowing through the trees, or just do his part in the garden. But when Thomas arrived which brought this sudden beautiful light in his life, if he were bored or feeling lonely after doing his part in gardening, he would go look for Thomas and often just watch him do whatever Thomas was doing at that moment which he was either with Minho, Chuck, Alby, or himself. He admits to being jealous when his other friends were talking with Thomas alone and he just watched, quietly waiting for them to walk away unless he was told to come over, so he could go and approach Thomas just to see him smile and look at him and try not to trip over his feet when Thomas's distracting eyes and smile diverts him from remembering how to walk. He knows he could easily walk into a tree or a pole if he finds himself getting distracted by Thomas.

He absolutely loved it when he and Thomas had their together times, though it was just mainly talking about the maze, being a runner, escaping W.I.C.D, finding a safe haven and saving Minho. And during these talks, he could glance at Thomas every so often, listening to his soothing voice which reminded him of the way the wind would blow through the branches and leaves of trees, creating a peaceful unique sound, watching as Thomas licks his lips when he comes up with one of his plans, watching his eyes brighten when he's happy or laughs about something. The best part is when Thomas looks at him and they lock eyes, blue eyes meeting hazel. Everything around them stops as if the whole world had disappeared, and it was just him and Tommy alone on Earth. 

During those moments he has had with Thomas, he just wanted to pull him closer into a deep kiss and snog him while nobody's watching until he's panting for air and has to lean away to catch his breath. He's dreamt of doing it, kissing Thomas in his dreams, but he doesn't know how Thomas truly feels about him, other than just being a friend. Unless that's all Thomas feels about Newt. And if that's the case, then Newt can deal with it. Barely... It would just hurt. Jealousy hurts, especially when Thomas mentions Teresa, the bloody traitor. But he tries not to think about it.

He's kissed a boy or two before from the Glade before he met Thomas because he was curious about why he found boys cute and attractive when they were only good mates to him. And he didn't understand why he would stop and watch Ben, and a few other runners jog off into the maze as they were quite fit, as well as some other boys who looked quite pretty until he figured he was gay. 100% gay and a little turned on whenever a guy would take their shirt off. 

He remembers it was just a night of having fun as another day in the Glade, singing, fighting, and talking around the bonfire. The kissing only started when Billy mentioned and asked what it would feel like to feel love and kiss someone, and Adam, next to Billy, sighed and agrees. But John sitting on the floor beside Newt just went right out and said Go on, do it.  Billy had hesitated at what John had said, until he turned to Adam and grinned, saying Bring it in, mate. 

Newt had watched in surprise as Billy and Adam closed in on one another slowly until their lips touched and they kissed deeply. Newt nearly fell off the log he was seated on. He was just so intrigued by what he had just seen, and he wanted to be kissed like that. But he wanted to be kissed by someone one day who loves him the same way. He was surprised when someone had tapped him on his shoulder, which he looked down at John curiously. 

John had wriggled his finger towards himself, saying, Come on, Newt. It's our turn. Newt blushed and looked over to Adam and Billy who were looking right at him, giving him Thumbs Up to say he could do it. He looked back at John who smacked his lips together, and Newt bit his lip and leaned down towards the other boy slowly, his heart racing. He watched John's face move closer to his own until he could feel the other boy's breath on his, and then he parted his lips as he leaned into John's mouth. He finally felt John's warm soft lips touch his own and Newt felt as if time had stopped for a second when they kissed as this just felt so good to him, so natural. John was a good kisser. 

Newt fluttered his eyes open as John leaned away from the kiss after a minute, and he just looked at John, unblinkingly. John smirked and looked into the fire. Newt looked over at the other two boys, Adam and Billy, who were back to kissing each other. Seems like those two really enjoyed the kiss. He looked back at John, hoping for another kiss as it was quite fun, but he was distracted by looking into the fire until Adam and Billy had stopped kissing, and he crawled over to them. Newt too shuffled closer to Adam, Billy, and John, and that was when Billy came over to Newt, cupped his face and kissed him, surprising Newt with a kiss. 

Newt didn't expect that at all, but it was flattering. And as Billy ended the kiss, he put his arm around Newt and laughed. Newt laughed quietly too, though he had no clue what they were laughing about. And so, the rest of the night until they were tired and headed for bed, they just laughed and talked together, though they didn't talk about Newt's favourite topic: boys. And that night as he lay in his hammock, his mind was filled with boys, mostly Billy and John, and kissing them. He couldn't get them off his mind, or the feel of their soft lips on his own, even the next day. 

Newt wants the best for Thomas. He'd die for his best friend any day so Thomas can live, as well as his other friends. It looks like his sacrifice won't matter at all if Thomas, Minho, and Gally all die in the falling city with him. At least he won't be alone, but he didn't want to think about that. 

He watched as Thomas's face changed from regret to relief, and seeing Thomas like that gave him hope that maybe a plan was being made. So hopefully, Thomas could escape this place with Minho and Gally and find that safe haven he's been hearing about. 

"Great news," Thomas said quickly as he crawls back over to them, and he sits in front of Newt and begins to tell them that Brenda's going to pick them up with Vince and Jorge. "I'm certain she knows what she's doing. She wants us to head to the tunnels."

"We better get a move on then," said Minho at once. Thomas and Minho helped Newt up again and followed behind Gally closely. Bombs were still going off around the city, buildings losing their power, people running the streets, as well as the shouts of men and guns firing. 

"We're almost there," said Gally, gun pointed in front of him, as they rushed down an alleyway towards a road. But as another bomb went off, Gally stopped them from going any further as a car had just sped past on the road and crashed into fallen parts of a building and exploded. The explosion caused the four to fall over from the impact.

Another explosion went off, and a number of people ran past with pitchforks and weapons in their hands, and bullets flew through the air, hitting a few people and knocking them down. 

Thomas looked at Newt instinctively, seeing him lying with his back against the wall of a concrete and wooden fence, his veins are slightly blacker than they were before, his blue bloodshot eyes directed at the floor but began looking up and locking eyes with Thomas's hazel eyes. He felt himself become lost in his best friend's pretty sapphire blue eyes, as he has done before thousands of times. He can never get tired of feeling this sacred emotion of love. 

The sight of his best friend's blackened veins, blackened mouth with some black ooze dribbling down his chin and bloodshot eyes scared Thomas. He didn't want Newt to die. It'd break him and currently is breaking him seeing his best friend go through so much suffering because of this godamned disease. 

Then the sound of helicopters, or at least one made them look up into the dark sky. Berg was up there, looking for the boys with its headlights, scanning the streets. Brenda and Vince were on their way to save them once they get to the tunnels. 

Newt wondered if he had much time until he fully transforms into a Crank as he watched Berg fly by. Or if he could be saved. Would that be possible? If it meant being by Tommy's side and escaping to the Safe Haven, wherever it is, then he'd love that. 

"That's them!" said Thomas quickly. "That's them! We've got to go." He tried lifting Newt back up to his feet, but Newt was resisting, wanting to stay on the ground. 

"No," said Newt. He knew his time was running out quickly. He felt the need to throw up. He just felt disgusting, all sweaty, and black ooze pooling in his mouth. "No." He leaned to his side and began coughing violently. He could feel the black ooze rising up his throat, yet he tried not to vomit or think of doing so. Once his coughing fit was over, he just began breathing heavily, catching his breath. He realized that Thomas, Minho and Gally watched him with concerned looks on their faces. Newt didn't want to die in front of his friends. 

"Minho, you need to run ahead," Thomas says as he watched Newt suffer terribly from the virus by needing to breathe heavily and moan with pain. "Grab the Serum. Get back to us as soon as you can." He looked away from Newt, at Minho who looked sadly at him. "Minho, go."

"He's alright," Gally says with a reassuring nod. "I'll go with him. I can cover for him." 

Newt grabbed onto Minho's arm. "Thank you," he says to him through deep breaths. He had to thank him for being his first best mate, and for saving his life so many times. Especially after his suicide attempt, Minho had helped him get through what he was going through at the time. "Thank you, Minho."

"Hey, stay calm," Minho tells Newt firmly. "You hear me?" Newt nods his head, and he watched Gally and Minho get up and leave him and Thomas until they were out of sight.  

Thomas watched them go too, his hand on Newt's shoulder. Newt was focused ahead where Gally and Minho disappeared off to, his mouth filling with more black ooze which he had to let dribble out of his mouth. He just felt as if he's got only seconds until he's gone. Gone for good. As his breathing deepens, he just feels a surge of violence seep through his body, and he snarled like an animal. It was becoming harder for him to focus, his hearing intensifying, his mind hazy.

"Hey!" Thomas snapped, shaking him awake as if it'll awaken Newt from this nightmarish disease, though he knew it wasn't possible unless he had the Serum. "We can do this. Let's get you up. Come on!"

"No," Newt says at once, and he grabs at his black string necklace from around his neck. He just had to do it, had to give it to Thomas. Thomas has to know how he feels. As Thomas tries again to get him up, Newt yanks the necklace off from around his neck with a groan. 

"Come on, we have to go," Thomas says softly, trying again to get Newt off the ground. 

"No, you gotta take this," Newt says, holding his necklace up for Thomas. He understands Thomas is just trying to help him and get him to safety, but he just doesn't believe he'll make it. His patience was running low. "TAKE IT!" He breathed heavily, chest rising and falling.

Thomas looked at him, a little shocked to hear Newt's violent outburst. Newt was never a violent person. He was so sweet and kind and caring to everyone. And not to mention... really cute. Newt's an incredible person, really. The outburst reminded him of the one earlier when it was about Teresa, and Newt got upset as he thought Thomas was only wanting to save Minho so he could see Teresa. Now, why would he want to do that when she's a backstabbing betrayer? He couldn't care less about a betrayer, yet he knew she was still a good person. A good person who just made the wrong decision. And girlfriend? Yuck! Teresa was more like a sister to him. She was a sister to everyone at the Glade until she broke their trust. 

"Please," Newt says softly, pleadingly, his eyes slowly losing the lovely shade of blue that Thomas knows, adores and fell in love with. "Please, Tommy. Please." Newt grabs at Thomas's hand, soothing warmth filling his body from that simple gesture, turning his hand over and placing his necklace in it, he closed Thomas's hand around his necklace and sighs shakily. He placed both his hands around Thomas's hands, leaned down until his forehead touched their joint hands which he gave a sob as he knew this was it. This would be the last time, or maybe second last time that he'll ever get to see Thomas and his handsome face and gorgeous shiny hazel eyes. He'll hold onto all these great memories of Thomas and his friends as he goes. After a quick second, he looked back up at Thomas and pressed his lips to Thomas's fingers, tears in his eyes. 

Thomas felt his body filling with such a familiar kind of comforting warmth when Newt had touched his hands, and his insides fluttered as he felt Newt's soft lips on his fingers, almost like a little kiss, and thinking about that made him blush a nice light shade of pink. And now he was thinking of Newt's lips, and how soft they look to the touch, how soft they look and how much he wants to kiss him with his lips and feel how soft exactly they are. His best friend was just so mesmerizing, from the top of his soft fluffy blonde hair to the tips of his toes. "Okay," he agrees softly, eyes filling with tears as it was so heartbreaking seeing his best friend so sad and fighting for his life. 

"Tommy, I just want you to know how much you mean to me," Newt speaks in a low, rough voice, but because of a loud bang of a bomb that had just gone off, Thomas didn't hear him. 

"What?" Thomas asks loudly to his best friend who was slowly dying. Newt looked down to the ground, a frown on his face, but then he quickly leaned to the side and coughed again. A small splatter of black ooze was coughed onto the ground. Newt swallowed hard and looked back at Thomas, a few small rivers of black ooze trailed down his chin. 

Thomas frowns at him, and though he didn't want to let go of Newt's warm hand as he felt so light and a little happy holding them, he had to so he could gently and slowly wipe away the black ooze from Newt's mouth with the sleeve of his long-sleeved shirt, though his other hand remained wrapped around Newt's, the necklace inside their intertwined hand. He became a little distracted by Newt's lips again, just watching his lips bounce back into shape once most of the black ooze was cleaned from Newt's mouth, all he could now see are Newt's pink lips. He then swiped his thumb across Newt's bottom lip, as if to get rid of any excess ooze, but he only did it so he can finally feel how soft Newt was. He's glad he did it though because Newt's lips feel as soft as cotton. 

"Tommy, what are you doing?" Newt asks heavily, his heart fluttering though he felt that would be impossible considering he's half-crank. But he knows with love, nothing's impossible. 

"I don't know," Thomas replied quietly, glancing to and from Newt's eyes and lips. It was obvious what he wanted to do. "You're just so soft..."

"Soft?" Newt says with confusion, his cheeks colouring. He just doesn't understand this. 

"Yes, soft," Thomas says, nodding his head slowly. "And you're...very cute, especially when angry." Newt blushed a deep red, and he was speechless at what Thomas admitted directly to him. Thomas smiles at him warmly, noticing the clear blush on his best mate's face, and then he's cupping the side of Newt's face and leaning closer, his other hand still cupped with Newt's and the necklace which he gives a squeeze and after a second, Newt squeezes back.

"Tommy," Newt whispers, his heart beating like a mini drum the closer Thomas's face got to his own, those hazel eyes staring into his own eyes like they're seeing right through him at his soul. "You need to go, Tommy." He hated saying that, especially with how close Thomas is to him, only inches away from his face and looking as if he's going to kiss him, but he knew it was best if Thomas ran to safety and left him alone with a gun to end it quickly. 

"I'm not leaving you, Newt," Thomas whispers back, his nose just inches away from Touching Newt's nose, his lips moist with saliva and determined to feel Newt's lips slide against his own. "You're my best friend, and we're doing this together. I'm not letting you become one of those fully-fledged cranks."

"Then you're wasting your time trying to kiss me," Newt snapped, though a smile was present on his lips which of course distracted Thomas and made him blush. "Bloody hell, Tommy. Are you going to kiss me or not because we're currently running out of time and-"

"You're incredible," Thomas says softly. "You know that, right?" But he didn't give Newt a chance to respond as he leans the rest of the way forward, excitement coursing through him like it's a new type of blood that had been injected into his veins, the last thing he sees are Newt's blue-black eyes full of stars flutter close and it only made Thomas's heart start hammering its way out of his chest. Their lips touched just so slightly, and Thomas felt his heart skip a beat, and he slides his hand which was cupping the side of Newt's face around Newt's neck to bring the other boy in closer. The kiss was sweet, slow, and full of affection, and it made them feel like time had stopped just for them and that this moment was already predestined to happen. 

They only pulled out when they needed a breather, and Thomas basked in the image of Newt's heavy-lidded eyes and blonde fluffy hair greasy with sweat. "Wow," he whispers in surprise at how amazing Newt made him feel, and how much he wants to kiss him again. He just realized he was still holding Newt's hand, and the necklace Newt gave him. "And you realize that I meant what I said before?"

Newt nods his head, his blush still remained on his face, and he smiles and bites his lip. That was honestly the best kiss he has ever had and experienced. "You have no idea how long I've waited for you to do that,"  he tells him faintly, but then he has to quickly lean to the side and coughs again, letting out a grunt and more black ooze from his mouth. "Bloody-"

"Alright, I need you to give me everything you've got," Thomas said at once, lowering his arm to Newt's waist, his other arm letting go of Newt's hand, the necklace he slips into his pocket. He did not want his best mate to suffer anymore with this virus. He needs to get Newt to the others to give him the serum. "It's just you and me, Newt." He did think about what Newt had said that he's been waiting for Thomas to kiss him. What he's wondering is how long Newt had been waiting for him to do that? If he had known sooner that Newt really liked him, he would have said something earlier. But he's just been so worked up with escaping the maze, saving his friends, saving Minho that he hasn't had time to think and act on his feelings for Newt. 

Newt nods, and as Thomas tightens his arm around him, he whimpers and grunts as he tries his best to get up on his feet, only to find he's a little wobbly which Thomas helps steady him, his arm around Thomas's shoulder. 

They walk away from the alley, or at last try to since Newt kept struggling to stand up straight, and into the eruption of gunshots, cars on fire, and people running around in different directions. They finally reached the subway which means they were close to the tunnels. Newt kept stumbling, and Thomas had to keep pulling him up so he wouldn't fall to the ground. 

Newt was starting to sound more like a Crank now with his grunts and moans, though Thomas new Newt was still trying to hold on. "We're almost there," he pants loudly. "Stay with me, Newt. Come on!" But Newt fell down onto the cold Subway floor, and Thomas went down with him. "No, Newt!" 

Thomas was on all fours above Newt, who stared up at him with his black eyes, and Thomas didn't know if it was Newt staring up at him or the Crank inside Newt. "Mate?" he says, shaking at Newt's chest to try and help him gain a little control. When he realized, it wasn't going to help, out of frustration he ran his hand through his brown hair and sat back, directly over Newt's crotch but Thomas didn't seem to realize it. It was quite comfy where he sat anyway. 

"Tommy," Newt managed to speak quietly though wheezes and grunts, staring at his best mate who was sitting on him in a way a guy has never sat on him before, and he quite liked it. It gave him a tingle in his nether region, obviously from excitement. The tingle has happened before back at the Glade way before Thomas came, and it was just him and his group of mates celebrating by the bonfire, and at times when he's making out with either Billy or Adam or another of his mates, their hands would often explore, not anywhere private, but Newt enjoyed it if Billy, whose more touchy than Adam and John, would slide his hand around Newt's inner thighs and just either pinch or rub the skin there. And unfortunately, Newt would have to wait all night when he goes to sleep for his boner to go away by morning. 

Thomas leaned his body forward, his eyes watching Newt's, looking for any traces of that gorgeous sapphire blue colour in them but all he saw was black. He looked up towards where the train tunnels would be for a brief second, and he knew he would have to try and get Newt over there fast. He quickly got off him, crawled around Newt's body to his head and tried his best to lift him up from under the arms. He managed to drag Newt back a few meters towards the tunnels, before falling down with exhaustion. 

He looks down at Newt, laying down in his lap, and sighs heavily. "Newt," he whispers, frowning as he places his hand over Newt's heart, wishing he could feel Newt's heartbeat under his palm. "Why is it that such a handsome guy like you, my best mate, isn't immune to this godamn virus?" He blushes as he says that, and he doesn't notice when Newt's eyes look at him and his cheeks colour, as his eyes are clouded over with oncoming tears. "I remember when I first came out of that box and I saw you for the first time, I literally thought you were some angel when the sun reflected down on you, your hair having such a pretty golden hue to it. You were...beautiful. You are beautiful, even now. I don't know why I admitted that all to you, but you know, I'm glad I did." He then stared into Newt's black eyes, and he cupped Newt's face with one hand and ran his hands slowly though Newt's soft but sweaty blonde hair. He's always wanted to do that, feel Newt's hair. He just loves when Newt's hair blows in the wind as it's distracting, and he just wants to run his hands through the floofy mess. 

After a moment, a voice spoke. "Thomas." It was Teresa's voice, loud enough as if she was speaking into a speaker. Thomas looked around the place, thinking she was nearby but she was nowhere to be seen. 

"Can you hear me, Thomas?" Teresa says. 

Thomas gently removed Newt from his lap and laid him down. Then he stood up and looked up at the building's roof, spotting a large speaker on the corner of the roof. 

Newt just laid on the floor, motionless besides his heavy wheezing breathing. He could feel himself drifting away, the crank taking over in him. He had a gun so once he knew he was about to go, he could easily kill himself to save Thomas. He didn't want to hurt him in any way, physically or mentally, but this was for the better. What Thomas had told him only seconds ago made him realize that he didn't want to die though because Thomas would be waiting for him anyway. He wanted to stay with Tommy, be with him until his last days on Earth when he's at least fifty years older, even more than that. That is if he'll make it past today. 

He could hear Teresa's voice coming from somewhere, and he hated it, growing angrier by the second. He wanted to find that traitor and kill her. That was the crank in him speaking. But he listened to her voice, finding out that he could be saved, that there was still enough time, and by Thomas's blood. 

"Please," Teresa says at last. "Come back, Thomas. Come back for Newt." But then all the lights went out, and Teresa's voice disappeared. 

Thomas had tears in his eyes at the end of Teresa's speech, though he felt excited at the thought of saving Newt. He could save him, turn him back to the Newt that's still there, inside Newt, that he fell in love with and forever will love with his pretty blue eyes, friendly gorgeous smile, and kind heart. He could do this. He just had to take Newt with him to WICKED's headquarters. But he doesn't trust them. Either take Newt to WICKED or to his friends and give him the serum there. But as he turned around, ready to take Newt to the others, Newt had stood up on his own. "Newt?" he says softly.

Newt turned around slowly, his body a little tilted to the side, and Thomas noticed newt was salivating. Oh shit... "Newt?"

Newt growled, and then he bolted towards Thomas who stepped out of the way just in time. Newt skidded to a stop, then rushed after Thomas again, this time grabbing a hold of him and pulling him down to the ground, where they tumble together, Newt trying to bite and scratch Thomas while all Thomas was trying to do was not get bitten, though it didn't bother him much. 

Thomas managed to push Newt off him, and Newt rolled to the side, snarling. But then Newt pushed himself up onto his knees and hands, panting and drooling on the ground. "Tommy!" he snapped, and he looked to his side up at Thomas. "Kill me!" 

Thomas locked eyes with Newt as he gets up on his feet, and he steps closer. But as soon as he did so, Newt growled, got up onto his feet as fast as lightning and launched himself at Thomas, sending them both down to the ground, Thomas on his back and Newt rolled off him. But Newt was back on Thomas in a second, sitting on Thomas's lower stomach area, growling and grunting at Thomas while Thomas managed to keep Newt up above him, holding his arms tightly so Newt couldn't lean down any further. 

Thomas quickly looked around them, hoping to find something like a rock that's large enough to knock out a human for a while. And yes, he was hoping to knock Newt out somehow so he could carry him towards the tunnels where his friends would be waiting for them. But seeing nothing in arms reach, he looked back up at newt who had stopped trying to attack him and was staring down at him, his eyes back to their pretty sapphire blue colour as if the last bit of his sanity had taken over. 

"I'm sorry, T-," Newt panted. "I'm sorry, Tommy." He placed his hand over Thomas's chest, directly over his heart. 

"Hey, it's okay," Thomas tells him softly with a smile, relief on his face that he could have this last moment to talk to Newt. He places his hand over Newt's hand on his chest and rubs Newt's hand reassuringly. "It's okay." 

"Tommy?" Newt whispers with a tiny whimper, gazing at Thomas's perfect smile and shiny eyes for one last time. "Tommy, I love you."

Thomas parts his lips in surprise, his heart fluttering in his chest. He didn't expect to hear that come out of his best mate's mouth, though he knew to believe it. Why else would Newt let him kiss him and admit such heartwarming and lovely things to him? "Oh, Newt," he replies quietly, beaming. "You beautiful bastard." Newt blushed and gave Thomas a small smile. "And I-"

Newt breathed heavily with a grunt, grabbed the gun from Thomas's holster and brought it up to his head. 

"No!" yelled Thomas, smacking the gun out of Newt's hand which flew across the floor a few meters away from them. That broke his heart to see Newt try and kill himself in front of his eyes. "Newt, what are you doing?"

Newt let out a little throaty roar, and Thomas actually chuckled at it because it was kind of cute. The sound was like a baby lion trying to roar as loudly and as intimidating as its father but could only let out a tiny meow. 

"Now you're a cute bastard," Thomas says, and Newt pushed him back down onto the ground, Thomas's back hitting the ground. Thomas took that as a no to the compliments. "Nope? I guess you don't like being called a cute basted then?"

Newt's eyes were back to black, and Thomas quickly pushed Newt off him though he wanted nothing more than to be as close as possible to Newt, even as a Crank. "How about a cute and beautiful bastard?" he asks Newt who was on all fours, but then Newt reached behind him into his pocket and pulled out something. Thomas didn't know what it was until he saw the sharp metal blade of a knife. The next thing he knew Newt was swinging the knife at his neck, which he just moved out of the way from the blade's range, and he called back. "I guess a cute, incredible, and beautiful bastard doesn't cut it either?" 

Newt was over Thomas again, and he held the knife over his head, before bringing it down quickly towards Thomas's chest, but Thomas caught Newt's arms just in time before the knife reached his chest. He groans as he watched the knife as it got closer and closer to his chest, Newt being quite strong which Thomas admired, before he looked up at Newts face, his eyes tearing up. 

"I love you too, Newt," he tells his best mate with a quick loving smile as he didn't get to say it before. He watched as Newt struggled to come back into control, which is what he really wanted. "From the moment I saw your pretty eyes, and that gorgeous smile of yours, and your cute accent from England, and of course, your handsome face and entire incredible self, back in the Glade, I knew you and I would have this sort of incredible connection together that nobody else would understand and I know what it is. It's love."

A single tear rolled down Newt's face and dropped onto Thomas's shirt, directly over his heart, and he threw the knife away from him and Thomas with a grunt. Thomas looked at Newt in disbelief. Was his Newt still in there somewhere? He hoped so. He also took the time to wriggle out from under Newt, then rushed over to his gun, picking it up and putting it in his holster, then quickly grabbing Newt's knife and hid it in his pocket. He turned back to Newt, seeing him now barging after him. 

Thomas's eyes widened with fear, and he turns back around and makes a run for it, running around large poles showing the numbers of the Subway, and looking behind him at Newt running after him, snarling and grunting. He runs around the outer sides of the subway, Newt following behind him just meters away, and Thomas's just running laps of the place while finding it kind of hilarious that he's doing so. 

As he was halfway to the next corner on the other side of the building, he sees someone enter the building. It was Brenda, and following behind her was Gally and Minho. "HEY GUYS," he shouts at them. "A LITTLE HELP HERE?"

Brenda laughed loudly at the situation Thomas was in. "Looks like you've got yourself a boyfriend, have you?" she yells back at Thomas, smiling wide. "You've finally got Newt chasing after you? Although it was Newt that was wanting your attention, Thomas. We all noticed Newt crushing on you!"

"OH, SHUT UP!" Thomas shouts at her, grinning. "AND I KNOW NEWT LOVES ME! HE LITERALLY ADMITTED IT TO ME MINTUES AGO! AND I LOVE HIM TOO! NOW COME ON OVER AND HELP ME KNOCK HIM OUT OR SOMETHING SO WE CAN GIVE HIM THE SERUM!"

"We're right behind you, Thomas!" Minho yells over at him. He and Gally had shared a glance and nodded, knowing what to do. It was time to take down Newt so Thomas wouldn't collapse with exhaustion.

"Wait, what?" Brenda yells in surprise at what she heard Thomas say. "Newt admitted his feelings to you? Well, finally! And you love him back!" She laughed girlishly and clapped her hands happily. "I knew it!"

"Oh, and don't hurt Newt too bad!" Thomas shouts at Gally and Minho, they were only a few thirty steps away. "If you break even a bone in Newt's body, I'll make sure to break one of your bones too!"

"Alright, lover-boy," Gally teased with a smirk. Thomas rolls his eyes when he heard Gally, and as he ran past them, Gally and Minho lined up together, and with a count of three, they both pounced on Newt, sending him to the ground and pinning him there. Newt snarled and tried to turn over to attack Minho and Gally but couldn't.

Thomas slowed down his running and halted, and then sighed with relief, panting as he leaned over to catch his breath. "Thank goodness for that," he breathed. "Newt's so bloody fit. Unless that's the Crank in him."

"You can talk about how fit Newt is once we're safely with the others," Minho says with a chuckle. He knew there was always something going on with Newt and Thomas. You could just see it when they're in the same room together and watching each other secretly. "What you need to do is find something to knock him out with so he's easy to carry."

"Right," Thomas said flatly, looking around for something large enough to do that with. But then he remembers the gun. "Will a gun do? Smack him over the head with it?"

"I mean...sure," Gally said slowly. "If you hit him hard enough with it."

Thomas nods, and he grabs at his gun from his holster, but first takes out the bullets and pockets them as a precaution. Then as Gally and Minho pull Newt up onto his knees, Minho keeping Newt's hands behind his back and Gally restraining Newt's legs, Thomas walks towards his best mate as a crank and inhales deeply, getting himself ready for the shocking thing he'll have to do that'll haunt him till this day, then exhales and swings the gun at Newt, hitting him over the head with it.

Newt falls to the side, hitting the ground, motionless. Thomas kneels down in front of Newt and frowns as he caresses the side of Newt's long silky hair. "Sorry, mate," he whispers, then closes Newt's eyes with his fingers. "Dear... honey... darling... Newtie."

Gally snorts. "Are you done trying to pick a pet name for your newtie?" he asks lamely as he and Minho lift Newt up by the feet and under the arms. Thomas glared at him. "Because we need to get him to safety quickly before he wakes up again. Vince set up a cage in the plane to hold Newt there while the Serum does its work in him."

"Yes, yes, I'm done," Thomas says quickly, standing back up, though his eyes remained on Newt. "You three better be off then."

"You're not coming?" Brenda asked slowly in disbelief. "You heard Teresa. Your blood can save everyone from the virus." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a bottle of the Serum. "This saved me! If it can save me, it can save Newt."

Thomas thought about that for a quick moment, before nodding his head. Of course he wanted Newt cured. He wants his best mate back, his... He doesn't know what to call it. Friends with benefits? "Is that the same Serum you had though?" he asks her. "Does it have my blood in it?"

"It should be," Brenda says with a nod. "And if it doesn't have your blood, we could always poke a slit in your arm and put your blood in it that way." Thomas grimaced at the thought of doing that. But he'll do it to save Newt anyway.

Brenda then grabbed out a syringe from the same pocket the Serum came out from, and she opened the lid of the Serum and poked the Syringe needle into the bottle and filled it up with the blue liquid. "Does anyone know how to actually do this?" she asked. "Vince told me a few little things before we came to you, but I want to make sure I'm doing this correctly."

Once Brenda took the Syringe out of the Serum's bottle, which there was only half of the Serum left in the bottle, Gally gave the needle-part a little flick which spat out a tiny squirt of the Serum. "I've learnt some things while under the outer-city's care," he tells Brenda. "Next you'll need disinfectant to clean the spot on Newt's arm where you'll inject the Serum into."

"Thomas, spit on Newt's arm, just below the Ulna," Brenda demands of Thomas. They had to do this quickly.

"What?" Thomas asks at once.

Brenda looks at him. "I'd believe Newt would rather have your Saliva on his arm than mine, Gally's, or Minho's," she tells him in a drawl. He can be so oblivious at times! "So come on! We cannot waste any time."

Thomas quickly spits a little on his hand, then grabs right Newt's arm, pulls his sleeves up and rubs the spit on the spot on Newt's arm where Brenda wanted it. Brenda then grabs Thomas's wrist and used his sleeve to rub away the saliva, leaving Thomas thinking what was the point in him coating Newt's arm with his saliva in the first place if she just wipes it off? But he noticed it left a clean patch on Newt's arm, and that's when Brenda held up the Syringe and slowly inserted it into Newt's arm, then pushed the Serum into Newt's system by the plunger.

Brenda slowly took out the syringe from Newt's arm then pockets it, taking off the needle first so it doesn't possibly poke her through her jumper. "There," she says. "That's all done. When we get back to the ship and the Serum didn't work, we could always just go with my option and slice through your arm, Thomas. It'll be quick but painful."

"Ehehe," Thomas gave a nervous laugh, rubbing at his arms, and he nodded. He didn't like the sound of that. "Yup. Sure!"

Brenda then grabbed Thomas's arm back and wiped the remaining saliva off his hand onto Newt's arm where the needle went in. "Your saliva will act like a bandage, Thomas," she tells him. "It'll keep the fluids in."

Thomas nods, though he just stared down at Newt's face, remembering kissing those soft pink slips long minutes ago and staring into his soft light blue eyes before they turned black. He quickly places a kiss to Newt's forehead in hope that it'll keep Newt from knowing that there's still hope for him. He got an odd but amused look from Gally though which he awkwardly smiled at him and looked away.

"Can we go now?" Minho asks suddenly. He had his arms under Newt's armpits, ready to get going to head back to the plane. "The place is getting more dangerous the longer we stand here."

"Yes, we should be leaving as of right now," Gally says, who was holding Newts legs with one arm. "Lead the way, Minho. And come on, Greenie. Your boyfriend will be awake before you know it." They begin walking towards the Subway tunnels, their pace quick as they hear bombs still going off all around them.

"He's not my boyfriend," Thomas mutters to himself, smiling at the title he could have with Newt. "Not yet."

"I heard that," Brenda says softly, walking beside him. "I wonder if True Loves Kiss works on the virus. Hm?" She elbows Thomas in his side with a grin and a wink. They then entered the tunnels and began jogging slowly down them.

Thomas sighs and just watched Newt's unmoving body as Gally and Minho carried him. He pressed his lips together, trying to remember the feel of Newt's lips and kiss earlier. "If True Love's Kiss even worked, though it's garbage to believe, then Newt would be awake now and cured from the Disease."

Brenda's jaw dropped in surprise, realizing what Thomas meant. "You kissed him?" she asked him loudly with excitement and practically jumped on the balls of her feet as she jogged.

"What?" Minho says at once, looking back at Brenda and Thomas curiously. "What happened?"

"Thomas kissed Newt," Brenda says in a sing-song voice, then skipping quickly around Thomas and laughed loudly. "Thomas kissed Newt!" Then she asked, "How did it feel?"

"Shut up," Thomas muttered, blushing and smiled at the incredible memory of kissing the blonde, and he hid his blushing face from the others by looking away. "But it was incredible. The most beautiful feeling in the world."

Gally forced a gag at what he was hearing, and Minho snorted. "Be careful with what you say and admit to us, or we might accidentally drop your boyfriend," he warns Thomas.

"For speaking about my love for Newt?" Thomas asks him, confused. How is speaking about love disgusting? "And I wouldn't believe you'd drop one of your friends when they're injured or dying, Gally. You too, Minho. You wouldn't drop your best friend after a few years of knowing him?"

"No, I wouldn't do such a thing," Minho says, looking ahead of them, realizing their nearly out of the tunnels. He'd never do such a thing to his friends, or even Newt. He saved him after all. "But Gally might, though it all depends."

"It depends on what?" Thomas then snapped.

Gally rolls his eyes. The talk was getting boring, though it was nice knowing Newt was loved dearly by someone. "Look, we are nearly there!" he says just to change the subject, and he was right as they were close to the end of the tunnel where there was little light.

Thomas grew excited and relieved the closer they got to the end of the tunnel, which meant they were closer to getting Newt to safety and away from all the bombs, fires, and falling rubble and buildings. He looks down at Newt's hand, which he then jogged up behind Minho and grabbed Newt's hand and just held it. It was a mixture of warm and cool, Newt's hand, and Thomas could still feel the comforting sensation it always gave him.

"You alright there?" Gally asks Thomas, looking at him oddly but in a confused way. "Couldn't help yourself but hold his hand? Jesus, you're odd."

"Erm... thank you?" Thomas says. He would rather take that as a compliment. As he looks at Newt's hand, that's so soft and feels so right to be held in his hand, he realizes something. The black veins in Newt's hand were a slightly lighter shade than he remembers before, unless that was the dim lighting of the tunnel. Though he hoped it wasn't the lighting tricking his eyes, and that Newt was getting better, being healed. He kissed Newt's hand with a little eager chuckle.

"He's crazy in love, Gally," Brenda says with a smile at Thomas, catching him kissing Newt's hand. She loved these two and their obvious feelings for each other. All year she just wished she had VooDoo dolls of Thomas and Newt so she could make them make-out with each other and admit their feelings for each other, but she's glad they found out today and admitted their feelings for each other on their own. "Not odd and in love. And don't use the Lord's name in vein!"

"Alright, sorry," Gally says quickly. Girls can be so freaking scary, especially when mad. "Greenie, why don't you help carry your boyfriend so it's a little easy on me and Minho? We could use the extra muscle."

"How can I help then?" Thomas asks, wanting to be as close as he can to Newt. He'd do anything to help Newt, even if the blonde is unconscious. "Carry Newt's arms? Back? Legs?"

"No," Gally says. "I want you to tuck your arms under Newt's legs and under his back, then Minho and I will let go of Newt's arms and legs and so you'll have Newt all to yourself. Does that sound good?"

"It sounds dangerous," Minho speaks up immediately. He knows a hazard when he sees one. "What if Newt wakes up? The first thing he'll be trying to bite is Thomas' face."

"I bet that doesn't sound too bad for Thomas," Brenda says, and she glances at Thomas, smirking. "Does it, Thomas? Hm?"

Thomas rolls his eyes, instead thinking of Newt kissing his face all over as he wakes up from slumber, but a guy can dream. They finally run out of the tunnels, into the smoky night, and as they take a right into a street, they see the plane, and Vince, Jorge, Frypan, and a few others waiting for them by the plane.

By the time they make it to the plane and board it, Gally and Minho lay Newt down onto the floor of the plane, and just as a precaution strapped him down too so there was no way he could move his arm, legs, or even torso. By the front of the plane, just behind the pilot's cabin, was a metal cage as tall as wardrobe. But Thomas didn't want Newt to be caged in, even if he must let it be.

"Have we got everyone?" Vince asks loudly to the four teenagers who had brought Newt into the plane. He turned on the plane once Minho nodded, closed the doors automatically for the back of the plane and raised Berg into the sky slowly.

"Thomas, sit beside Newt," Brenda instructed, and Thomas quickly did so. "We're going to give Newt a booster of the Serum and your blood just in case and add as much of your blood as we can. So, hand me your arm. This might sting a little."

Thomas extends his arm out to Brenda, and he just stared down at Newt beside him. It looked like he was sleeping peacefully which put a smile on Thomas's face. Newt was a cute sleeper. With his free hand, he touches Newt's soft cheeks which are as warm as the sun on a cool day, and he slides his fingers down to Newt's cotton-soft lips. He wipes away the drying black ooze from Newt's mouth with his sleeves again just so he doesn't look that Crank-like anymore. He smiles as he was instantly reminded of the irresistible kiss, he shared with Newt about half an hour ago.

He then moves his hand up Newt's face and runs his hand through Newt's long blonde hair from the roots, watching, almost mesmerized, as his fingers disappears in Newt's thin locks of hair. "Come back to me, Newt," he whispers, and with a small sigh, leans down and places a kiss to Newt's forehead in front of everyone. He didn't mind if he was being watched. He wanted everyone to know.

He then feels a small stab of pain on his arm, but as he was too distracted by Newt and his gorgeous looks, he didn't feel the pain of the needle as much. He slightly feels a small bit of his blood being drained out of him from his arm, but he ignores it and continues to watch over Newt.

"Okay," Brenda says softly, looking at the new Syringe filled with Thomas's blood. She grabs out the Serum from in her pocket, opens the lid of it and injects Thomas's blood into it. She swirls the bottle around, mixing the Serum with the blood with the Syringe needle, then pulls back the plunger of the Syringe, the Serum with Thomas's blood filling the tube of the Syringe. "Thomas, would you like to do the honors?"

Thomas looks up at the Syringe Brenda's holding in front of him and thinks for a moment. He could do this! "I'll try," he finally agrees with a nod, grabs the Syringe, and crawls forward over Newt, sitting over his left leg. He grabs Newt's left arm, rolls his sleeve up as far as it could go, then placed the Syringe flat on Newt's stomach. He spits on his hand quickly, and wipes some of it just under the Ulna, then wipes it away. He grabs the Syringe again, lines it up to Newt's arm, and just as he was about to insert the needle into Newt's arm, he hears a faint "Tommy" from below him.

He looks down at Newt's face quickly, seeing Newt's eyes fluttering open slowly, and joyous tears automatically start filling his eyes. "Newt?" he says quietly, not only tears but hope in his eyes that the last Serum they used cured Newt. He blinked away his tears and then slowly inserted the Syringe into Newt's arm and pushed the plunger forward, injecting the Serum into Newt's bloodstream. His eyes kept going to and from Newt's face to the Syringe, watching the liquid disappear into Newt, and watching his mate, his lovers face for any other sign of movement.

He slowly removed the Syringe from Newt's arm, put it aside and covered the small wound up with just a few drops of his saliva. He leans over Newt's chest, his legs either side of Newt's torso, and he just stares down at his face. "Newt?" he speaks softly, cupping Newt's face with his hands. "Can you hear me?" Frypan, Minho, Gally and Brenda rushed over to Thomas and Newt and looked down at their best friend, alive and well.

Newt's eyes opened slowly, they were his normal shade of light sapphire blue again, and as his eyes focused on Thomas, he slowly smiles and tried to reach up to touch Thomas's face but felt like he was restrained. "Tommy?" he says quietly, blinking slowly. "Am I dead? Am I in heaven?"

Thomas chuckles softly and shakes his head. "No, dear, you're not dead or in heaven," he tells him, blushing a light shade of red at what he called Newt. "Welcome back to the land of the living, Newt."

"I'm so tired," Newt then says, and he tries to move his body but still couldn't. He was still strapped down to the floor, of course. The only things he could move were his torso and pelvis. He could feel Thomas siting on his lower gut too which he tried not to think about. "My head hurts too, and Tommy, did you just call me dear?"

Thomas grins and nods his head. "Yes, Newt, I did," he replies, and he caresses Newt's cheeks with his hands that were already cupping Newt's face. "You're my dear, Newt. I love you. I told you so before while you were a Crank, and you surprised me then. It was like you took over your body one last time as you heard me say I love you to you, just to throw the knife away so I had time to run."

"I love you too, Tommy," Newt says tiredly but with a loving voice, and he turns his head to the side slowly and kisses Thomas's palm. Thomas blushed, and Newt looked back up at him, noticing the reddening cheeks which makes him proud. "And I hope you remember what I told you."

"I do, Newt," Thomas says softly. "And I hope you can remember all of what I told you. My confession of love for you, the way your gorgeous blue eyes twinkle beautifully as you laugh, the way the s-"

"-Sun shone down on me, my hair having a golden hue to it, making me appear like an angel to you?" Newt cuts him off and finishes his sentence with a wide smile, his cheeks colouring a little red at how he remembers Thomas telling him that. Thomas's blush darkens a shade of red. "I know, Tommy. I heard you, I heard it all. It's what helped me hold on as much as I could while I was turning. Thank you, Tommy, my...love."

Thomas lets out a noise almost like a giggle when hearing Newt call him love, and he leans down, pressing his lips to Newt's soft ones in a quick kiss which surprised and caught Newt off guard. Then he quickly presses his forehead to Newt's before Newt could even kiss Thomas back, loving how bright Newt's blue eyes are as they stared up into his own eyes. "I know you told me to kill you back there, but I just couldn't," he whispers, and his eyes began to be filled with tears again. "I couldn't loose you. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I did..." He swallowed hard.

Newt smiles sadly up at him, and he tries to move his arms again but couldn't. It was a little frustrating because he wanted to hug Thomas, to caress and hold his face in his hands, to squeeze him and to love him as he's always wanted to. "Why can't I bloody move?" he mutters as he leans his neck up and looks down at his body. He noticed straps around his wrists, upper arms, legs, and ankles.

Thomas leaned back up and looks at the straps holding Newt down on the ground. "We had to strap you down to the floor just in case you woke up as a Crank," he tells him, looking back at Newt with a guilty look on his face. "Though before Minho, Gally, Brenda and I transported you here, we gave you the Serum and it worked! We gave you a booster of the Serum too once we made it into the plane."

"Wait..." Newt says slowly. "What happened to me as a Crank?" He lowered his head back down to the floor to rest it there. "Why would I have woken up and how come?"

"Greenie will tell you that, won't you?" Gally says to Thomas, a smirk on his face as he pats Thomas's shoulder. "Or should I?"

Thomas lowered his gaze, and he loosened the straps from around Newt's wrists and upper arms. They didn't need to keep Newt strapped down anyway. "In order for us to get you here, Newt, we had to knock you out," he drawls, finally getting the last strap off Newt's wrist before he moved down Newt's body to his legs. "And I had to knock you out as Minho and Gally were holding you down."

"No wonder I have a small headache," Newt mumbles and rubs at the side of his head. Thomas looks back at him. "You hit me pretty good, Tommy. And I'm glad you followed your heart back in the Last City and didn't kill me off, though I would have preferred you to do it in case I hurt you. I'd never be able to forgive myself if that happened."

Thomas nods and frowns. "I'm sorry about the headache," he tells him flatly.

"It's alright," Newt tells him softly, and he tries to sit up, even using his hands, but he just felt so exhausted. It was like he had ran around the Glade fifty times. He just wanted to have a little nap with his lover by his side. "It'll go away soon." He reaches up, finally cupping Thomas's handsome face in the palms of his hands and he sighs happily knowing he can finally be with him.

Thomas then put a smile onto his face as he was assured that Newt was alright, and so he stared lovingly down at him into his light blue eyes, and he basks in the feeling of Newt's soft warm hands on his cheeks. "Newtie, my dear, you seem really tired."

"That's because I am, Tommy," Newt says, eyes involuntarily drifting shut and he yawns quietly. "I'm bloody exhausted! Can we just lay here and fall asleep together?"

Thomas leans down on him, leaning his arms on either side of Newt's torso, his hands on the back of Newt's head, fingers curling through his long silky hair. "Sure, I'd love to," he replies to him quietly, and then he's feeling the butterflies in his stomach start fluttering around as he's tilting his head to the side, parts his lips and kisses Newt slowly.

Newt's smiling happily in the kiss, this being his second consented kiss with his Tommy, and it was just as magical and intoxicating as the first, just without the need to cough violently and spew out disgusting black ooze from inside. He rubs his thumbs slowly over Thomas's soft cheeks, they were just as soft and squishy as some of the fruits like the peaches he used to grow with the other Gardeners in the Glade. They kissed more and more passionately by the second, and Newt dropped his hand to Thomas's lap, Thomas quietly grunting from the contact of Newt's hand, having remembering Crank-Newt sitting on him there, then Newt slid his hand up Thomas's grey long-sleeves shirt and around to Thomas's spine. He felt a tremor go through Thomas's body which excited him quite a lot at knowing his touches can do this to Thomas.

"Alright, can someone get these two a room, please?" Gally asks around the plane for someone, anyone to separate the two lovebirds for a short while. "Or at least throw a sheet over them?"

Brenda laughed at that. "Nooo," she says with a prolonged 'o' and grinned at the two boys making out on the floor. "Let them be. They are just having some fun."

"We could always lock them in the cage for some time and place a sheet over it so it's like a room," Minho suggests with a shrug. It sounded like a good idea to him. "That way they can do whatever they want."

"We can hear you, you know?" Thomas had leaned out of the breathtaking kiss with Newt just seconds ago and was now lying on his side next to Newt, looking over at Gally and Minho who were sitting on the far side of the plane. "And no, you're not putting us in that cage."

Newt had his eyes closed, his arm around Thomas's waist as he lay there as close as possible to Thomas, listening to Thomas's breathing and his soothing voice as he talks with Minho, Gally, and Brenda. He was just so comfy, even on the hard floor of the plane, but that didn't bother him as he had Thomas. He could easily fall asleep listening to Thomas's voice, and it makes it easier to as he was almost cuddled up to him.

"Yes, but that doesn't stop us if we start seeing things we don't want to see," Gally says with a grimace at Newt and Thomas. He then hesitates, looking from Newt who looked to be sleeping, then at Thomas. "But on the topic of you two... Newt used to dream of you."

Thomas blinked at him, confused but intrigued. "What?"

Gally rolls his eyes, and he leans forward, crossing his arms over his knees. "Newt dreams of you, Greenie," he tells him in a clear quiet voice. "Back in the Glade about a day or two after your arrival, Minho, Alby, and I would go for our nightly walk around the tents, making sure everyone was asleep, and we'd hear this quiet muttering. Turns out it was Newt muttering in his sleep about you. We never could decipher what he was saying in his dream beside your name, but it was sort of funny. We could never understand why he'd dream about you, but we figured it out after some time."

"Oh," Thomas says quietly, and he smiled as he looks down at Newt, looking to be peacefully sleeping. He wondered if he really were asleep. He hoped so as Newt needed all the sleep he could get. "There's another reason to love my Newtie with all my heart. Thanks for telling me that, Gally."

"Have we mentioned the thousands, if not millions of times Newt has just stared at you?" Minho added to what Gally had said, looking at Thomas knowingly. "He'd get distracted in the Garden when you walk by and probably forgot what he was doing, he'd glance at you every so often during mealtimes. Oh, and I don't forget the times I see you watching Newt every day, Thomas. I bet you even watched him in the showers back at that facility months and months ago." Gally snorted.

Thomas gasped in disbelief that Minho would tell him such a thing. "I'd never!" he says at once. Though he was intrigued with what Newt looked like without all those clothes on. "But I remember Newt had come out of the showers fully-dressed in WICKED's facility so... and you can't blame me for looking at him."

"Oh, this is getting exciting!" Brenda says lightly, rubbing her hands together in anticipation to hear more stories about Newt and Thomas being oblivious to each other's feelings.

"You realize we've got so much more to tell?" Gally says to her with a slow smirk. Plenty more. "Minho, do you remember the time Newt was watching Thomas as he would always do by the Garden, and he fell over his shovel after losing balance while leaning on it?"

Minho laughed. "Oh, I remember that," he says with joy and wiped away a pretend tear from his eyes. "Hilarious!"

Thomas didn't take his eyes off Newt the entire time Gally and Minho talked about them. It was lovely to hear it all. But as he thinks back to his memories of the Glade, he does recall catching Newt looking at him a few times, and Newt's face would become this brilliant shade of red and he'd either smile beautifully and walk away or he'd approach Thomas with that gorgeous smile of his and start up a conversation.

He also remembers the day that Gally was talking about. But he didn't think Newt had become that distracted that he'd lost his balance and fall over. He just thought that day Newt had tripped, and so he had jogged off over to Newt to make sure he was alright. Newt was blushing that day too, and Thomas thought Newt was just embarrassed, but he had only been seen by no less than four people.

As he stares out the window of the plane, he realizes there's just a plain night sky with twinkling stars outside and no orange clouds of devastation and destruction from the fires and bombs back in The Last City. It's definitely the Last City now, not even one anymore. But then he was reminded of something, of someone. "We forgot Teresa!" he said at once, but quietly so he doesn't wake Newt.

"Seriously?" Brenda says flatly at Thomas. "You want to go back at get that traitor of a woman?"

"Traitor or not, she's still our friend," Thomas tells her firmly. Brenda shook her head. "Or at least my friend, and anyone else who's her friend."

"Do you realize what she did to me?" Minho asked Thomas in a shaky voice, clearly a little shocked that Thomas would want to go back for her. "She tortured me, Thomas. Drained me of most of my blood. And it ended up failing as my blood couldn't help that little girl Teresa was trying to save."

"I understand that, but Teresa wasn't the one who tortured you," Thomas says rather quickly as he didn't want to waste any time saving Teresa so they could get away from the city and get to the Safe Haven. "It was the doctors who actually did that to you, isn't that right?"

"I can't believe this," Gally drawls, shaking his head and putting his head in his arms. "Are you literally going to save her after everything she's done?"

"Yes," Thomas states firmly. "And if I have to go alone, then I will. I'd rather go alone so I don't end up hurting anyone else that I care about."

"And what if you die out there?" Minho asks him sternly. "Newt would be alone, and none of us want that for him. He'll be grieving for you every day, isolating himself from others, thinking of..." It appeared he had tears in his eyes. "Just think back to an hour before when you were watching Newt die by the virus which was taking over him. How much did it hurt you to see that happen to the one you love?"

"Then..." Thomas tried, but everything Minho said was true and made him realize that he couldn't do that to Newt. But he had to at least try and save Teresa... "Then it'll be a life for a life," he had finally said. "I love Newt so much. You all have no idea. He's my life force, my muse, the best thing that has ever happened to me. But sometimes sacrifice is necessary."

Brenda had tears in her eyes, and she shook her head at the situation. "We're not letting you do this, Thomas," she tells him sadly. "We know Teresa's your friend, but would you literally sacrifice yourself for a traitor?"

"I'd sacrifice myself for anyone, Brenda," Thomas says to make a point. "Besides Janson. He can go die in a hole somewhere alone for all I care." Gally snorts along with Minho and Frypan. "I'll go talk with Vince and see if he'll turn the plane around."

"What!" Brenda snapped. "Unbelievable!"

Thomas nods and walks over to Newt, bends down until he's on his hands and knees, and he cups Newt's sleeping face and kisses him softly. "I love you so much, Newtie," he whispers lovingly to him. "I'll see you soon." Then he quickly got back to his feet after just staring down at Newt's face for a moment and headed to the pilot's cabin, closing the door behind him.

"Can't believe he wants to go back for someone whose probably dead as of now," Gally says in disbelief, shaking his head.

"But maybe Thomas is right," Frypan says suddenly. He was given odd stares by everyone. "Teresa's kind of a doctor and we'll need as many doctors as we can at the Safe-haven just in case. We could use her."

"I guess," Minho says, though he sounded unsure. "But she's still a traitor if we save her life or not."

Newt woke up a little after Thomas had left to the pilot's cabin, still quite tired and sore. He realized there wasn't a warm comfy body next to him which he felt a little sad about and looked around the plane for Thomas but his lover, his Tommy, couldn't be seen anywhere. He felt lost without him. "Tommy?" he says as he looks around the plane again. "Tommy, where are you?"

"Chill, Newt," Brenda tells him softly. "Thomas is fine. He's just talking with Vince about turning the plane around so we can save Teresa. I guess he wants to save as many people as he can, even if they're freaking traitors."

Newt sighed and slowly ran his hand through his long hair. "Of course he would be the bloody hero of the day," he mutters, looking down at his hands, wishing he were holding Tommy again in his arms. "Always willing to save everyone he can. Though that's one of the many things I love about him. He cares for everyone and is willing to risk his life just to save someone."

"To make you feel better, he gave you a kiss on the mouth before he left," Brenda tells him, with a tiny little giggle. "I believe he whispered something to you too, probably about him loving you."

"Did he now?" Newt says quietly, pressing his lips together and smiling lovingly down at the floor. Hearing that Tommy kissed him while sleeping was incredible news, it made his heart flutter. He cannot get enough of Tommy's kisses as they're just blissful and full of love and passion, and everything amazing it could be. It was like a breath of fresh air in the Glade, the first bite of a juicy delicious fruit that he had helped grow and the warmth of the bonfire that they'd always have each time a new Greenie would come up in the box.

"Yes," Minho says with a smile. It was lovely seeing real love being shown between two people. "He did."

Newt grins as he rolls onto his belly, folds his arms over the other, and looks over at the closed door of the Pilot's cabin, which he could hear voices inside. He wants Tommy to walk out already so he can see his beautiful face and walk over so he can kiss those soft pink lips and then tell him not to go save Teresa as he doubts, she was still even alive if the Last City was falling apart.

The plane tilted to the side a little which meant they had turned around. Thomas then walked out of the Pilot's cabin, and he locked eyes with Newt who was still on the ground but facing him with a wide grin which he felt his heart flutter at. He smiled sadly at him and then at his friends, knowing he disappointed them in a way. "We're going back for Teresa, whether you all like it or not," he says firmly. "And I'm going alone. It's better than one of you coming with me and getting hurt of worse."

"Honestly, what is with it with you and bloody Teresa?" Newt asked Thomas in a monotone, though not really interested in hearing what would upset him. He just didn't want Thomas saying something that he doesn't want to hear. But Thomas had said to him that he loves him, and he believes him, of course. For how could he not? Thomas had kissed him, and three times! And it was the best moments of his life.

"Nothing is going on with me and Teresa, Newt," Thomas assures him and gives a slow smirk, seeing the jealousy in Newt's face which he found quite cute, and he walks over to him and crouches down. "I told you." He takes Newt's hands in his, their warmth filling his body with a comforting warmness that he just wants to melt into. "I love you, Newt. Not Teresa, not anyone else. Only you. And she's like a sister to me, as well as Brenda."

"Oh," Newt says quietly, which he was relieved by that information, and he stares down at their entwined hands, smiling as bright as the sun. But Thomas knew Newt's smile could light up an entire city, the Earth, and probably the galaxy. "You should have told me that before we were going to rescue Minho. You know, when I shouted at you about thinking you were only willing to save Minho so you could see Teresa?" He tilts his head, his blue eyes looking up at Thomas's face, into his distracting hazel eyes. "I didn't mean to shout; it was the disease in me and my jealousy mixing together."

"No, you should have believed me when I told you then that I was there to save Minho with you guys," Thomas says to him softly, and he brings their intertwined hands up to his mouth and kissed Newt's fingers. "And not just to see Teresa. You jealous bastard."

Newt blushes and chuckles. He agreed with Tommy that he was quite jealous, though he wouldn't say bastard, at times. "I remember you saying I was a cute, beautiful, and incredible bastard while I was close to the end stages of turning into a Crank," he says a little quietly. "And bloody hell, Tommy. The way you make me feel with these compliments!"

Thomas smiles proudly, knowing he can fluster Newt easily with simple loving gestures and compliments. But then Newt pulled him closer by the hands, smashing their lips together which caused their hearts to hammer wildly in their chests, and Thomas fell back onto the ground, taking Newt with him. The fall had made them lean out of the kiss, and they laughed quietly with each other.

Newt raised their intertwined hands to above Thomas's head, and he didn't know what it was, but having Thomas in this position made him feel a little dominant over him. It was like he could make Thomas do anything to him, for him. But that feeling disappeared as Thomas let go of his hand, instead raising it to Newt's neck who felt tingles of warmth spread around that area of his neck, and he pulled him down for a kiss. But before their lips touched, their breath ghosting on each other's lips, Thomas had opened his legs wide, and Newt had lowered his entire body down onto Thomas, so he was closer to him physically.

"Has anyone told you that you have such beautiful hazel eyes?" Newt asks Thomas quietly, he was staring down into those pools of hazel that have always captivated and distracted him entirely from life. "You've got the most beautiful eyes that I've ever seen, Tommy."

"No, not until now," Thomas replies just as quietly, and he blushes beet red not only by what Newt had told him and the way he was adoringly staring down at him, but when he realizes they were being stared at by nearly everyone in the plane, yet he doesn't mind. He just loved the moment he was having with Newt. "And thank you, Newtie. And I know I've said this before, but I want to say it again. Your eyes, sapphire blue and full and bright, are just gorgeous. You have no idea that when the sun shines down on your eyes, they appear brighter, shinier like diamonds are twinkling in them."

Now Newt was blushing, and he leans just an inch down and captures Thomas's lips in a slow kiss. Thomas smiles between Newt's lips, and he lets his hand do its thing, exploring around Newt's neck, getting a feel of him, before his hand starts moving down Newt's jacket. Newt slides his free hand in Thomas's brown hair, and he groans quietly and begins to kiss him more deeply the more Thomas's hand moves closer to his pants, his arse.

Thomas feels his pants tighten around his crotch area as he feels Newt's crotch pressing against his own as they kiss more intensely now, and it just feels so good to him, feeling Newt press onto him. He just wants a small room to appear around him and Newt so they can have some privacy to remove each other's clothes slowly and just gaze at each other and then... He wouldn't know what to do next as he'd be quite distracted. He then slid his hand over Newt's round arse, feeling around and he cupped it and squeezed it with a quiet lustful sigh.

"Alright, that's enough," said Gally at once, and he walks over to the two snogging boys and pulls Newt off Thomas. Newt shuffles out of Gally's grasp and narrows his eyes at him for disturbing his and Tommy's moment. "You can do that to each other once we get to the Safe Haven after Greenie saves Teresa. As of now, Greenie needs to get ready."

Thomas forces a frown as he reaches up to Newt, wanting Newt back down on him, kissing him deeply again. And then he pouts, and Newt laughs at his pouting face. "Oh fine," he replies and sits up, folding his arms around his legs. "Are we there yet then?"

Vince then walks out of the Pilot's Cabin, eyes searching the cabin until he spots Thomas on the floor. "Thomas, get yourself ready to run," he tells him strictly. "Jorge will lower the plane down onto the top of WICKED's Headquarters so you can rush in, find Teresa, and bring her back to the top of the building."

Thomas nods his head. "Okay," he says quickly, and Newt pulls him back up to his feet by the hands. He smiles at his lover and kisses him quickly as a thank you, then he turned to Vince. "I'm ready." He checks his holster for his gun, then his pocket for the bullets and Newt's knife that he had to confiscate when Newt had been a Crank at the time.

Newt frowned at the gun in Thomas's holster strapped around his leg that he tried to use to kill himself with an hour ago. It was a haunting memory, because he had finally admitted to Tommy that he loved him and was about to hear Tommy confess to him then and there before he grabbed the gun and put it to his head, about to pull the trigger. It was just as worse as his memory of his suicide which he had tried to forget for years, but it has always crept back to his mind when he least expects it.

The back door of the plane opened, and the smoky sky appeared, as well as the roof of a building with a raised area with closed doors. "This is it," said Vince as the plane was lowered down enough for Thomas to be able to jump off. "You don't have much time, Thomas. If one of those other buildings fall and crash onto this one, it wouldn't take long until WICKED's building will fall over too."

Thomas nods quickly and looked around the room. "Well, wish me luck," he says. "And thank you, all of you, for helping me in getting this far."

Newt pulls Thomas into a tight hug and squeezes him with all his love as if it'll be his last. "Don't make it seem like a goodbye, Tommy," he tells him a little sadly. "Because it's not. You're going to make it back out alive, with or without Teresa."

Thomas smiles in the hug and hugs him back, then lifts Newt off his feet and kisses him, Newt giving a little giggle during the kiss at being lifted off his feet. Thomas lowered Newt back to the floor, and Newt loosened his arms around him and pulled away from the kiss, his forehead touching Thomas's.

"I love you, Tommy," Newt whispers to Thomas's pretty shiny eyes, before leaning and stepping away from him. "Now go. Go before I change my mind and drag you to the back of the plane where you're safe." Thomas nods, and he gives Newt one last smile and a warm "I love you too, Newtie," before jumping off the plane onto the roof and running towards the door leading into the building. And Newt sat down on the floor of the plane and just watched him go, not knowing if that was the last kiss and hug he'd ever get with Tommy. He hoped it wasn't because he wants to spend the rest of his life by Tommy's side since he made it this far.