"You can see he loved the boy. Just give them a chance. Please." Nessa begged the Chancellor.

The Chancellor looked hesitant, but Nessa wouldn't give up. "Please Chancellor Paige! He's dying! Please!"

The Chancellor finally nodded her head. "Fine. But only because I know how Tohmas can get a bit reckless when he's sad or angry."

Nessa squealed in delight as she unclipped her walkie talkie off her belt. "I need medics to get the boy. Now. He's not dead yet but if we don't get to him he will be. Chancellor Paige has given us the ok to do so."

Nessa watched anxiously on her beetle blade monitor as the medics landed the ship and hopped out. They placed the dying boy onto the gurney and loaded him onto the ship where the doctors aboard set to work on him.

A couple minutes later they were back at the WICKED building and rushed him inside.

"His heart failed once but we managed to restart it." One of the male doctors said as they rushed Newt into the operating room. He had several tubes coming out of his body. The largest one was in the wound on his head, repairing the damaged cells. The doctors on the ship he removed the bullet from his brain.

The doctors worked on the sick, dying, boy. It took them almost nine hours to put the last staple in his skull. It looked Like Newt would live.

"Quite astonishing actually," the head surgeon confronted his colleagues as he pulled off his dark green gloves. "The bullet seemed to have destroyed the part of his brain with the flare in it. Our machines were able to fix that part with whole, good, cells. This boy no longer carries the flare in him."

The surgeon placed a mask onto Newt's face, sending in gas to wake him up from his short coma. Newt's eyes shot wide open as he bolted up. Thoughts flew through his mind.

Where am I? How'd I get here? Is this Heaven or Hell? Judging by the look of it, it's Hell. Oh God. I've left Tommy. The one person I loved, I've left. He shot me. And I made him do it.

Newt felt awful. Not where the bullet wound was, but in his heart. It felt heavy and empty at the same time.

"Welcome back son." The head surgeon said. Newt was really sure this was Hell because the surgeon in front of him was dressed in WICKED's dark green jump suit with the words WICKED written across the chest. In fact, everyone was dressed like that.

"Welcome back? What the bloody hell is that supposed to mean?" Newt spat at the surgeon.

"You got shot and we rescued you." He said as if it were obvious.

Newt began to panic. "But that means I still have the flare!"

The surgeon out his hand on Newt's shoulder. "That part of your brain was damaged from the bullet. We replaced it with normal cells."

Newt's heart slowed down as he realized that he wasn't going to go psychotic all over again. He looked at his hands. The dark spider-webbed-nerves were gone. It felt weird to look the simplicity of a human hand. The past couple of weeks they began to become more monster like than anything.

Two nurses helped him off the operating table and handed him some fresh clothes, soap, toothpaste, a brush, and a toothbrush and showed him to the locker rooms that Tohmas had told the Gladers about after he came here.

God he missed Thomas.

He took a long shower, thanking whatever God that was up there for the creation of showers. To finally wash all the dirt off from spending weeks in that crank town. He changed into the fresh pair of clothes that was given to him, a pair of tan pants, a long sleeved white shirt, and brown shoes. He looks at his reflection in one of the mirrors over the many sinks.

His skin was clear. Not a single sickly purple nerve was poking out and he didn't look craized in the eyes either. He looked like, wel, himself again. He didn't even bother with the brush. He pushed his hair over the bald spot where the staples are. Newt quickly brushed his teeth and walked out of the bathroom, only to be met by the Chancellor herself.

"Chancellor?" He asked, stunned that she would come to see him.

"Hello Newt." She starts walking and it takes a second for Newt to realize that he's supposed to follow her. He jogs to her side and matches his strides with her's.

He follows her through many double doors that require a card to get through. She finally stops in front of a single door and swipes her card. The door clicks open to reveal an office. The Chancellor sits behind the large desk and folds her hands in front of her on her desk. Newt closes the door and sits in the chair in front of her desk.

"What the shuck do you want to speak to me about?" Newt rudely asks. What has the Chancellor ever done for him? She doesn't seem affected by his rudeness.

"One of my employees convinced me to save you. I agreed."

"And...?"

"And the only reason we did that was for Thomas."

"Huh?" Newt didn't quite understand. What'd Tommy have to do with this?

"We can see that you and Thomas have feelings for each other. And Thomas can become reckless when something bad happens. We can't afford for him to do something irrational on behalf of his, shall we say, best friend's death."

Newt was taken aback. Did Thomas have feelings for him? "You think Thomas and I...um.."

"Love eachother? Yes. We've been observing you two and can see that your friendship has grown into more."

"Thomas and I aren't...together..." Newt protested.

"No, but we can see that you two want to be. You just don't know that the other wants to be with together." Chancellor Paige smiles at Newt which makes his cheeks burn bright red. Tommy had feelings for him? Why hadn't he seen this before?

"This isn't why you brought me here." Newt knew there was something more.

The Chancellor opened a drawer in her desk and pulled out something, a box with a screen, like the other technology in the WICKED headquarters, except this was smaller and the screen lit up to show numbers like a keypad. Next to the small box was a price of paper.

"This is a phone, I gave Thomas one just like it. You can dial this number and call Thomas." The Chancellor explained, for Newt had his head cocked to the side in confusion.

Newt grabbed the phone off the desk and with shaky hands he typed the number that was written on the price of paper. He put the phone up to his ear and waited as it rang. By the third ring someone picked up.

"Hello? Chancellor? " Newt teared up at the voice on the other end of the line.

"H-hello? Tommy?" Newt choked out.

"Who...who is this?" Newt could hear the tears in Thomas's voice.

"Name's Newt Greenie." Newt smiled at the first words he said to Thomas when he appeared in the box.

"Newt?!" Thomas exclaimed. "How?"

Newt was about to explain until the Chancellor took the phone from his hand.

"Hello Thomas, this is chancellor Paige." Newt could hear Thomas say something on the other end. "If you want to see Newt, you have to come to the headquarters and go through with the agreement we planned."
There was dead silence on the other end. Newt knew this agreement must've been bad.

Finally Thomas said something. "No." The Chancellor said and hung up.

"What was the agreement?" Newt asked.

"Thomas is immune to the flare. 100% immune. We need to observe his brain and see how this is possible. "

Newt's heart dropped to his stohmach as he figured out what that ment. "So you're going to kill him?"

"It's a sacrifice we're willing to make." The Chancellor said calmly.

"Then why save me you bloody shank!" Newt yelled at her.

"As bait. We needed something to get Thomas here."

Newt got up and stormed out if the room. He didn't get very far until a security guard came up to him. He grabbed Newt by the arm and led him through many doors. He noticed they were in the weapons area instead of the prison cells.

"Where the hell are you taking me?" Newt pulled his arm away from the guard.

"You are Newt, right?" The security guard took a launcher off a shelf and handed Newt one.

"Yes..."

"I'm with he right arm and I'm breaking you out. There's a berg outside waiting. If we get seperated, Jorge will meet you there."

Newt nodded and took the launcher. "What's your name?"

"Chandler." The guard answers. He was tall, with dark brown hair that came down to the nape of his neck and bright blue eyes.

WICKED had caught on to their little plan and Newt could hear the guards shouting and running. Soon alarms started blaring. Chandler cursed loudly.

"We have to go now!" He shouted over the blaring of alarms. Newt didn't protest as they ran through the doors. The berg hanger was all the way across the building. Newt and Chandler ran through two sets of doors before they ran into the guards.

"Stop right there!" One of them yelled. They had bigger launchers than us and more men. Newt figured they were screwed.

There was shouting behind the group of guards as one by one they were being electrocuted. Chandler and Newt joined in and shot launchers at the guards in the front.

"Hurry up!" And familiar voice shouted as they turned the corner. Minho tackled Newt on a hug. "Good to have you back man. Thomas has gone insane!"

"Over my death?" Newt asked, shocked.

"Ya, I'll explain later." He turned to the rest of the group which was mostly gladers. "Let's go!"

They ran down more corridors that Newt didn't even know existed. Guards seemed to come out of everywhere but the Gladers kept shooting.

They finally made it to the berg and jumped on board. The doors close and they start to take off. Newt barely got to set his launcher down before he was tackled in a hug and tripped onto the floor.

Newt opened his eyes to see Thomas' blue eyes and bright smile. Newt sat up. It was now his turn to tackle his Tommy into a bear hug.

"I missed you." Thomas whispered in Newt's ear.

Teresa awkwardly cleared her throat and held Minho's hand. Newt smiled.

"So you two a thing now? " He asked them.

Minho's and Teresa's faces went red. "Yes." They both mumbled out.

Brenda appeared out of the back room and gave Newt a quick hug. "Thomas has gone insane without you. He almost turned himself in just to see you one last time. We had to talk him out of it and alert Chandler over here," She motions towards the guard standing by the doors. "Who luckily was on duty in the office wing."

Newt looked over to Thomas who's face was as red as a tomato and who stared at the ground. Newt hugged him again. "Why Tommy? Why would you die just to see me one last time?

Thomas dragged Newt to one of the backrooms made for storage. He looked Newt right in the eyes and had the cutest smirk that Newt had ever seen. "Newt, I've always said you and Minho are my best friends. Which is true. But I've always felt something for you. Something more than friendhip. I- I think I love you Newt."

Newt's face lit up like a kid on Christmas day. "I love you too Tommy. Ever since you showed up in that box I had a connection to you. I thought then that it was just that you were going to be the one to help us escape. But when you did that, I knew what I really felt."

Thomas intertwined his fingers with Newt's. But Newt went right for it and kissed Thomas.

They heard banging on the door and had to break the kiss, but it was still magical. Thomas opened the door to reveal a happy Jorge.

"Come on muchachos! We don't have all day to be kissing! We're here!"

"Where?" Newt asked.

"Right arm headquarters." Thomas answered and pulled Newt out of the room by grabbing his hand. The rest of the group just stood there with grins on their faces.

"What?" Thomas asked.

"OTP!" Minho shouted. Whatever that means.

The doors opened as the berg landed and Thomas squeezed Newt's hand. "Hey." He said before they walked out.

"What?"

"I missed you so shucking much." Thomas sighed and kissed Newt again and moved Newt's hair over the staples parts before they walked out hand in hand.

A/N: Heeeyyyy!!! I'm tired but I finished this just cause.

Now before any of you start yelling at me, yes I did get this idea from a picture on the Internet and thought I would expand on it more and everything.

This is my first one shot, so I hoped you enjoyed!

Byyeee!!

Stay in the salt circle Niall so the walkers won't get Ya!

~zombiefighter01