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Thomas had done a lot of thinking since the night before. He’d escaped with his life, barely --- although he understood Alby’s unhappiness, the guy had more of a temper than he’d first thought, and it made Thomas uneasy --- and that likely only been thanks to Newt, but that was the thing. The thing that had been plaguing his mind, more so than any threat Alby presented, was the mental image of Newt with glowing golden eyes, sharp fangs bared at Alby, an ALPHA, in an attempt to protect him. He couldn’t get it out of his head. Not just because he didn’t want anyone risking their lives for him, although that was part of it, but also because up until last night, he’d thought that Newt was human.

Apparently, he’d been wrong. He wasn’t sure if he hadn’t been paying enough attention, or if Newt was just really good at hiding his true nature, but either way, Thomas had been shocked. And now, thanks to Alby, both of their true identities had been revealed --- Thomas’s as a hunter, and Newt’s as a werewolf.

That wasn’t the part that bugged Thomas though, not really. His mother had taught him better than to think all werewolves were threats, and Newt had never caused any trouble; he had no reason in the world to think of Newt as a danger to him or anyone else. In fact, Thomas had grown to like him. A lot. But Newt, apparently, had different ideas, because he’d been AVOIDING Thomas ever since. Thomas had been trying to talk to him all day, but somehow Newt always managed to find a way to dodge him, and he didn’t understand why. They’d developed a friendship, or so Thomas had assumed, and everything had seemed fine --- MORE than fine, they’d been great, actually --- until Alby had told Newt who Thomas really was.

“What the hell, man? You know who you just protected, right? He’s a hunter.”

The whole world had seemed to crumble under that statement, but Thomas was determined to try and fix it. Now if only Newt would just talk to him.

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They didn’t have much time. A few minutes, tops, before WCKD realized the two of them were missing, and Thomas couldn’t let it get that far if he wanted his plan to succeed. His very, very terrible plan, the plan that would PROBABLY cost him all of his friends’ trust — but he kept telling himself that didn’t matter so long as it worked.

That’s what he told himself. But then there were moments like these, moments where he risked everything to try, however briefly, to convince them he was still on their side, no matter what he had to say or do whenever WCKD was watching. They were few and far between, because it felt to Thomas like WCKD was always watching, but whenever he saw an opportunity, he did his best to take it. Like he was doing now, alone in a corner of the compound with Newt, cameras set to loop to delay the inevitable for as long as possible.

(Teresa wasn’t the only one who could figure out how the system worked.)

Despite the lack of time, he still wanted — needed — Newt to understand, maybe more than he needed anyone else to. To believe him, in spite of everything he’d said and done. He knew it was a lot to ask, considering the circumstances and all the ends justify the means BULLSHIT he’d had to spout since they’d been captured again (the very thought made his blood boil with bitter hatred and a barely-contained rage that surprised him sometimes; he could barely look Teresa in the eye without it showing, even months later), and he could tell that it was getting harder and harder for all of them the longer it went on — but he had to try.

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          “I’m...” really not fine, actually. Newt was right. All the places where the cranks had gotten him, all the bites and scratches and bruises that littered his skin, still hurt like hell no matter how hard he tried to keep them covered. And what was worse, he could feel himself getting sick; he was immune to the Flare, of that he was certain, but not bacterial infections. He knew he was running a fever, and all the physical exertion pushing his body to the limit wasn’t helping any. He felt awful, but despite all that, he still felt the need to pretend it wasn’t that bad. For the others’ sake. “I will be fine. Seriously, Newt, don’t worry about it. I’m immune, I won’t get sick. Let’s just...focus on getting to the mountains, okay?”

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          “I was going to tell you about her. I was just trying to figure out HOW, and then Teresa---”

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why do u do this

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