EPIPHANY ? newt

An hour or so later, once I had made sure Sonya, Aris and the others had all comfortably settled in and had had their injuries taken care of, I reluctantly started my way back to the kitchen, knowing I had promised Newt I'd eat something today before sleeping. But I stopped outside the room where the boys bunked, hearing a soft rustling coming from inside. Taking a swift peek inside, I saw the silhouette of Thomas moving around in a harry - backpack help in his hands.

It didn't take much to realise what he was doing, so with an exhausted sigh I turned on my heel, running back to my quarters and packing a makeshift bag within minutes - knowing I had to get back to Thomas soon if I wanted any chance of going with him, whatever he was planning. I bumped into the boy as he walked out of the boys room, eyes on his hands rummaging inside the backpack he held.

"Seph? What-" Thomas cut himself off, eyes widening with shock as he grabbed my arm, pulling me down a hallway and pushing me against a wall. "What... what were you thinking!? Why are you here?" he asked, running a hand through is hair. I almost felt bad for the boy, seeing how distressed he was, but then I remembered that not seconds ago he was planning to run away, and my sympathy was immediately replaced with anger.

"Better question, what are you doing!? Running away on your own? Really, Thomas?" I asked, pushing away from the wall to stand my ground as I glared at the boy.

"Keep your voice down!" he snapped, sighing when he realised I really wasn't going anywhere without answers. "What do you expect me to do, Seph? I need to get him back. I need to try - at least. You don-"

"I was expecting you to maybe ask your friends if they wanted to help you, Thomas. i can't even speak for myself, but Newt and Fry have known him longer than you, haven't they? Did you not even once think of asking them if they wanted to try help him as well? Do you not think they are hurting just as much as you? You really are thick."

Thomas clenched his jaw, looking away from me as if trying to find an escape. "You can't tell anyone, Seph. I'll be back as soon as I can, alright? I- I can't put Newt or Fry through more shit. I can't ask them to do something like this, I need you to understand. If they realise what I'm doing there is no way they're letting me go alone, and I can't have that."

I shook my head slightly. "Oh, and you think I am? That you can just push me over and I'll let you without a fight? No, Thomas. I understand you don't want Newt or Frypan with you... so fine. I'll cut you a deal. Let me come with you. I'm dying anyway - at least I could be of some use away from here. Otherwise, Jorge and Vince are going to know about your plan within seconds, and you can wave any chance of you pulling this off goodbye."

Thomas looked taken aback by my rash words, but I couldn't pretend everything was fine any longer. "Seph, I-"

I smacked his arm lightly. "No I'd or but's, Thomas. The choice is yours. You know I'm right, so... do what you must with that." The boy was quiet for a few seconds, as if running through the options in his mind, before nodding slowly.

"Fine, you come with me. Okay? But we've got to go - now." I smiled, agreeing, as the two of us started down the hallway together, making our way to where we know Vince kept his car. It was the only way we could reach the facility alone, even though taking his car wasn't the nicest feeling. But we were both stopped as we turned into the area it was in, a new voice cutting through the stillness of the night.

"Where do you two think you're going, then?"

I bit my lip, closing my eyes as if in pain when I recognised the stern voice. Out of all people... all the people in this camp. Why did it have to be him!? A light clicked on from next to the car, throwing a golden light on Newt, who stood leaning against the table, an almost smug look on his face as he watched us. "Newt-" Thomas tried, but the blonde cut him off almost instantly, pushing off the table and making his way across to us slowly.