Solo ◇Thomas◇

~07~

Both Thomas and Spencer were in the front leading everyone. A dagger was in her hand on finger on the sharp end and the other hand holding the handle as she spun it around multiple times.

"Back in that building, you were really going for it weren't you?" Thomas broke the silence between them.

Spencer stayed silent for a moment looking at her dagger then up ahead, "I was angry. They were there for me to take it out on."

"What had you so riled up?" Thomas looked to her watching her spin the dagger in heer hands effortlessly as she looked forwards.

"It's no longer relevant." He opened his mouth to speak but she cut him off, "Dont." She warned.

They fell back in silence as they reached the remains of a bridge and had to go downhill. Teresa held the stretcher whilst Fry, Minho and Aris held Winston.

Thomas was just in front of Teresa leading the way. The wind began to pick up making it incredibly difficult for them to walk through. Spencer had one hand up in front of her eyes and the other was holding her dagger as she walked behind everyone in case they needed any help with Winston.

"We gotta find shelter!" Thomas yells as everyone begins looking around. They stopped at some big rubble that was giving them cover from the wind.

Everyone quickly rushed underneath it, some of them taking their water out of their bags and drinking whilst sitting or standing.

"Get some rest, we're gonna have to wait this storm out." Thomas informed them.

Newt sat down next to Minho who offered him his water, "Thanks." Fry was sitting on the other side of Minho, taking off his shoe and turning it upside down, letting out a pile of sand.

Thomas had walked up to the edge of the covered hill looking out towards the mountains. Aris was sat in a small corner watching as Spencer sat next to Winston pulling down her neck gaiter and Teresa was watching Winston who was wincing in pain before she walked off to join Thomas.

"Have some water." Spencer opened the bottle and put it near his mouth.

Winston lifted his arm up gently pushing the water away, "No save it, you need it more than me."

She shook her head putting the water back by his mouth. "It wasn't a question, you need your strength and these people need you."

He looked around at the others and nodded letting her lift it up to his lip and he took small sips. When he was done she pulled it away and screwed the cap back on, Winston looked over to Thomas who was looking at them both with a grin before looking back to Spencer.

"You know.." He paused, taking a weak breath, "I think Thomas might like you." She sent him a confused look. "I think he has feelings for you."

A look of realisation crossed her face, "I doubt it, either way it wouldn't work."

"Well I think it would." He reached out and put his hand weakly over hers, "Just try, for me? Please."

Spencer looked down at his hand and back at Winston, "Alright. I can try but I don't think I'll do it too well."

Winston nodded and retracted his hand placing it back on his chest while closing his eyes. She knew he was tired so she decided to let him rest and stood up walking away from the group, staying under the cover.

Thomas walked back over to the group and over to Spencer, he grabbed her arm gently and pulled her out of earshot from the others. He let go of her arm when she pulled away slightly, she looked at him waiting for a reason as to why she had been pulled away.

"Your arm." Thomas put his hand on her arm gently moving it to the side to show the deep cut that had dried blood on it. "Did a crank do that?"

She gently grabbed his hand moving it away from her arm before dropping it. "Yes but it-"

He interrupted her, "That's not good. What if your not immune and you end up-"

This time she interrupted his rambling, "Thomas." She put her hands on his shoulders to stop him. "Let me explain, crackhead." He smiled at the nickname, still needing to think of one for her. "A crank came up to attack me but I was busy watching you all get to safety. I turned around hearing a noise but the crank managed to catch me with a glass shard he was holding before I could stop it."

Thomas let out a sigh of relief smiling at her, "Good. I need you to save me when I'm getting attacked." He nudged her.

Spencer rolled her eyes and dropped her hands from his shoulders, "How about don't get attacked?"

"Was that a joke?!" He jumped up and down smiling at her, "Did Pixie just make a joke?"

"Pixie?" She raised her eyebrows as they began walking back to the others.

"Your nickname because you're dangerous like a Pixie but also short like one." Thomas explained with a smirk.

"I am not short." Spencer grumbled.

"You're short to me." He smirked.

"You're just tall."

Before Thomas could respond Spencer walked off and sat against the wall a little away from the others leaning her head against it and closing her eyes. Thomas hesitated before moving to sit next to her, "You okay with me sitting here?"

"Remember when I said I didn't care what you did?" She spoke without opening her eyes. "That is still the same."

He hummed and leaned back against the wall looking out at the others that were conversing in their own things. After a few minutes he felt something drop on his shoulder and looked to see Spencer asleep and her head had dropped down.

Thomas smiled watching her peacefully breath and a small strand of her blonde hair dropped in her face. He reached out, tucking the hair back behind her ear, "Have a peaceful sleep Pixie." He whispered.