⚠️This fanfic is about my TMR OC and Thomas at the safe haven, not a ship, Joan is shipped with Newt pls enjoy:)⚠️
Contains: Angst, Mentions of Death, healing, platonic found family friendship :)
Thomas climbed up the small hill, trying to grip his shoes onto the smooth dirt. The sea breeze made his shirt flap around, as if it were trying to rip away from him. His hair got blown into his eyes too. It was kind of annoying, but he thought he'd have to get used to it anyways. Who knows if he'll ever leave the safe haven. Then again this place was perfect so far. Exploring the island really helped him get his strength back after waking up. The faint throbbing below his ribs brought him back to the fight with Janson. He flinched at the memory of the glass pressing into his skin, the bullet piercing his flesh, the aching of his muscles as he used every grain of strength he had left to lift himself onto the berg. The battle had ended. He had won. But at what cost? The image of Teresa slowly disappearing into the crumbling fiery WCKD building flashed in his mind. He had to bite his lip to prevent any tears from escaping his eyes. Traitor or not, Teresa had sacrificed herself to save him.
As he slowly made his way up, a familiar figure started to take shape. From a head to the end of a torso. The figure was sitting on the ledge of the hill, facing the orange sky, the sun slowly making it's way into the ocean. The figure's hair was tied into two braids that blew back and forth in the wind.
Thomas made his way to the girl. He sat down next to her without acknowledgement, focusing on sitting down comfortably. The girl turned sharply towards him, her body tensing up, startled by his sudden appearance. But after she recognised him she relaxed her shoulders and faced the orange scenery again.
"Hey," the girl greeted Thomas.
"Hey Joan,"Thomas glanced up at the sky then down at his twiddling fingers.
"Just woke up huh? You've certainly been asleep for a long time you lit'le sleepin beauty" the brunette's eyebrows furrowed in loving concern, and she smiled a gentle smile so full of heart, a familiar feeling rushed through Thomas's body, a wave of reassurance, as if he was finding out the world was okay again. He wondered when he had felt it before. Thomas let a grin creep in onto his face. The girl's smiles were contagious.
"Well getting shot isn't exactly all that cozy an experience," Thomas raised his eyebrows and turned his head slightly to look at Joan with a teasing grin.
"I can imagine" She chuckled as she lowered her head and shook it.
A silence passed, both gladers not saying anything, taking in the moment. Thomas noticed Joan twirling something around her fingers in the corner of his eye. He glanced at her. Her forearms were resting on her beige jeans, hands clasped , both twiddling with a small sliver cylinder attached to a ring-shaped piece of metal on top that had a brown string threaded through it that Joan had wrapped her fingers around with.
"Hey what's that?" Thomas asked. Joan looked at him, then followed his gaze to her hands.
"Oh.This," she untangled the string from her hands, "Minho found it on ya. Newt wrote something before he-"
Joan stopped abruptly, as if she lost her ability to speak. Thomas could feel his chest sink in, guilt and sadness thrashed around in his stomach. He tried to think of something to say but nothing seemed right enough for it to come out of his mouth.
"I'm so sorry Jo. I'm really sorry. I-"
"Don't apologise mucker. It ain't your fault. Gally told me everything. He wanted to go with you," Joan faced Thomas and raised her eyebrows, but her eyes were gazing into the distance, "that buggin slinthead."
Thoughts of Newt swirled in Thomas's mind, how he could've stopped him from coming along to rescue Minho. If he could've just stayed back and waited...
Thomas remembered something. He started, then hesitated, then plucked up the courage he needed and started again, "you know- Joan, the thing is...I didn't know how to tell you this but, I kinda-"
"I know, I know. You don't have to tell me," she chuckled knowingly. She had a knack for knowing things. Thomas almost wasn't surprised. "I've seen the way you two looked at each other. Maybe he didn't know it but I did. If I wasn't there you could have..." she trailed off and looked down somberly.
A smile crept onto Thomas's face. "Nah. You were meant for each other. I've never seen any two people more deserving of each other," he put his hand gently on her shoulder and nudged his head to her line of sight, "he really really loved you, you know."
Joan looked back at him. She had a look that told him she was suffering, but...fine. Missing him, but still loving him. She was sad, and yet happy at the same time. "Thanks Tom-Tom. I love ya."
"Love you too Jo," they hugged, and Thomas felt it again. A wave of reassurance, as if he was finding out the world was okay again.
@multifandomosity @kingly-genderfluid <3
