Solo ◇Thomas◇

~19~

Spencer threw her to the ground and climbed on top of her throwing punches. She looked for a quick second to see Thomas and Newt running towards her but they were too far away. 

“Spencer please-” 

She cut Teresa off, throwing down another fist. Spencer wrapped her hand around Teresa’s throat, her other hand pointing at the flames around them, “See this Teresa? This is your fault! Your fucking fault! Your fucking fault that Minho is gone, Mary, young kids and so many other people are dead, this is all you!” 

Her eyes water slightly and she turns red as she struggles to breathe as Spencer squeezed harder. A kick to the ribs knocked her off of her and she landed on her back. Teresa scrambled to her feet and Spencer did the same glaring at Janson and Teresa. 

Spencer smirks before throwing herself onto them, she dodges Jansons fists and raises her knee before kicking her in the stomach earning a shrill cry from her as she tumbled to the ground. 

She turns to Janson who throws a punch at her but she dodges it giving him one of her own. Spencer goes to kick him but he grabs her foot, flipping her onto the floor. Her back hit the ground hard and a gasp escaped her lips as the wind was knocked out of her. 

Janson raised his foot over her head getting ready to stomp down on me but she quickly rolled over onto her knees. He yells out in anger kicking his leg out towards her but she grabs onto his ankle pulling him down onto the ground. A grunt escaped his lips and she climbed on top of him slamming her fist onto his head. 

“Spencer, stop please!” Teresa pleaded. 

Slowly she got off of Janson but not because Teresa told her too but because it was her turn instead. 

She spun around to face her, “Im going to fucking kill you.” 

Teresa’s eyes widened and she stumbled backwards as Spencer charged at her swinging her fist into her jaw. She gasps holding onto her jaw with tears in her eyes as she falls onto her back. 

Spencer storms towards her, seeing red as her hands search for something to protect herself. Teresa scrambles to her feet as Spencer raises her foot to kick her but she stumbles back in time. she storms towards Teresa swinging her fist again hitting her in the nose. 

“Spencer please stop!” She cries as blood spills out her nose. 

A hand grabbed the back of Spencer's collar from behind pulling her back and a grunt escaped her lips as she fell to the floor. 

“You've been a pain in my arse since you got out of that maze. I'm either going to kill you or put you back in that maze.” Janson smirks, kicking her in the face luckily not breaking her nose, “All alone. No memories of your little shit of a boyfriend.” 

Her hand wiped her bloody lip and nose before kicking his legs from underneath him knocking him down. She stands up spinning around to go back to Teresa but a gasp escapes her lips and her hands shoot to her stomach. 

“No!” 

Spencer looks down to see the machete stuck in her stomach with W.c.k.d engraved in the metal. She looked up to see Teresa’s body shaking uncontrollably and her hands flew to her mouth covering it. 

“I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.” 

Janson grabbed Teresa smirking at her before running towards the berg dragging her along. 

Spencer pulled the machete out her stomach looking at the blood that soaked her top. She felt the pain but was really hoping it was like the time with the bullets in her back. She let the machete fall to the ground holding the wound to keep the blood in. 

No blood came out her mouth, no dizziness or any sign that made her feel like she was dying. Only a small amount of pain, enough to make her wince as she turned around. 

“Pixie!” Thomas shouted as he and Newt reached her. 

He was panicking as his hands flew to her top pulling it up a small amount to see the large cut in her side. 

“Crackhead.” Spencer said, trying to pull his hands away from her stomach, “Crackhead, calm down!” 

“Calm down?! You've got a deep cut in your side!” Thomas kept on panicking. 

“Tommy listen to her and calm down.” Newt put his hand on his shoulder. 

“No!” 

“Crackhead will you stop panicking and just look!” She shouted at him and pulled her top up more to reveal the cut slowly healing itself. 

Seeing Thomas calm down he walked off towards Fry and the others checking on them so Thomas and Spencer could have a moment alone. 

Thomas stopped panicking just staring at her stomach before she pulled her top down. “What the.. how did..  What?!” 

“I'm not sure how I just know I can. I got shot in the back by some Wicked guards and then next thing I knew my back was healing. It freaks you out and it freaks me ou-” Her rambling was cut off as Thomas kissed her. 

He pulled away looking at her with a small smile, “As long as you're okay I don't care. We’ll find out together.” 

Spencer nodded, “Together.” She confirmed. “Definitely a Crackhead.” She added. 

“Yeah and you're a bad Pixie.” Thomas smiled, “You beat the crap out of Janson and Teresa.” 

“Deserved.” 

Spencer and Thomas turned to walk but were stopped by a little boy running into Spencer and hugging her, making her fall to the ground. 

“Zach.” She sighed in relief and he hugged her tighter. 

“I couldn't find you and I… I thought you had died.” Zach cried into her stomach. 

“I'm right here,” Spencer put her hand on his head comfortingly, “Dont ever worry about me.” 

He didn't respond but snuggled closer to her so she stood up picking him up. He immediately wrapped his legs around her waist and his arms around her neck, resting his head on her shoulder. 

Spencer and Thomas looked to each other and then around the camp, their smiles gone. The destruction of the camp, the fires and the crying people. They both knew that this was going to be a hard time. 

They had lost friends, people who took them in. They had lost Minho, a person that meant a lot to both of them and others.